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canirove · 2 years
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Meu Amor | Chapter 1
Summary: "I don't have time for boys, Taylor. Especially not football players. I want to make the most of this opportunity. Who knows the doors it can open for me."
"The ones of Rúben Dias' house are already open" she says with a smirk.
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When an unexpected promotion at your job as a journalist for Sky Sports, may end up not only changing your professional life, but also your personal one.
Author's note: I got the inspiration for this story while watching a basketball game and seeing a Spanish journalist who is married to one of the players. She has to work during many of his games, sometimes even having to interview him, and both of them always are super profesional.
The idea of writing it with Rúben is all thanks to my friend Ana (hi 👋🏻), who has been obssesed with him since the end of last season, and sending me photos and videos daily. You can thank her for it 😅
Thank you very much for reading, and I hope you like it! 💜
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“Ok, guys. I’ve got good news and bad news. Where should I start?”
“Bad news always first.”
“John had a fall last night while training, injured his knee pretty badly, and will be out for the rest of the year.”
“Oh my God, is he alright?”
“He is in a lot pain, but he is having surgery today. He told me not to worry, that he will be fine. But as much as it sucks, his bad news lead us to the good ones. One of you will be covering for him, and the lucky one is… Taylor!”
“Me? But what about Manu? Shouldn’t he be the one covering for John since he is his assistant?” Taylor asks.
“I was going to tell you once he came back from his holidays, but nevermind. He has accepted an offer to join the Champions League team. It’s less work, and that way he can help at home.”
“So that means that Taylor and I are the new John and Manu?” I ask.
“Exactly. Congratulations girls! Your first game will be the Manchester derby. Hope you enjoy it!”
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“Relax, girl. We’ll be ok and totally nail this, trust me” Taylor says, putting a hand on my leg and trying to make it stop moving.
“Oh, I’m not nervous. Well, maybe a bit. What I am the most, is excited” I reply. We are finally doing pitch side work, and I can’t wait.
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I finished my journalism degree two years ago. While most people knew the field they wanted to work in, I wasn’t sure, I liked too many things. But one day, after seeing a female journalist covering a football game, I said to myself: maybe I can do that too. I sent a curriculum to Sky Sports, and God knows why and how, they called me back.
I expected to spend most part of my time doing things for others, from getting coffees to ordering files. Just as you see on movies. But to my surprise, they had me join the Premier League team as an assistant.
During my first year, I helped transcribing the notes others took during games, turning them into articles for the website. They were articles about the smaller teams, those only their fans care about, but I was writing and my name was there.
One day, one of the guys I worked with had to cover for someone from the Big 6 team, aka, the most important clubs in the country, the ones everyone watched on tv. It was a Manchester United – Liverpool, and we weren’t watching it from home. We were at the stadium, sharing our spot with journalists from all around the country, seeing it all first hand. And I fell in love with it. This was what I wanted to do. To actually live the games and share that with those at home.
For some reason, Taylor read the article I wrote that day, asked around… And the following week I was working as her assistant and becoming part of the Big 6 team. I wasn’t writing anymore, but just being by her side during meetings and helping wherever I was needed, was enough. An all this was finally paying off, making me go back to Manchester and to the actual pitch side.
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“I’m going to the bathroom before we start. Can you make sure everything is ready and that no one ruins our spot?” Taylor says.
“Sure, don’t worry.”
We are at the Etihad, Manchester City’s stadium, the game starting in 20 minutes. The players are already warming up, and Taylor should be doing her live in just a bit. After that, we’ll stay close to the benches, taking notes during the game, reporting back during the halftime, and doing the interviews once the game is over.
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“Taylor, where are you?” I mutter, checking my watch for the 10th time since she left. If she doesn’t come back soon, she’ll miss the live.
As I turn back to look at the pitch and make sure that everything is alright, I see a guy just in the middle of our set. Great.
“Excuse me, sir” I say, walking towards him. “This is a tv set, you can’t be here.”
Nothing, he doesn’t move. He is typing on his phone, the world around him gone. I let out a sigh and try to talk to him again, this time closer. He is way taller than I expected, and his back is huge. Like two times mine. No, maybe three.
“Sir. Sir, this is a tv set, you must move” I say, raising my voice. But nothing. “Sir, please” I say again, touching his arm. Even though he is wearing a jacket, I can feel his bicep. And just as his back, it is huge.
“Oh, hi” he says, starting to turn to look at me.
“Hi, sorry” I say, my hand staying on his arm for longer than it should have. “This is a tv set and we should be having a live any minute now. You must move somewhere else.”
“Yes, yes, I’m very sorry” he replies, his eyes fixed on me.
“Ok, thank you” I say, clearing my throat. Why is he looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?
“Mr. Dias, hello!” Taylor says behind me. Finally! “Such a pity that you aren’t able to play today.”
“Yeah, I know. But please, I already told you. Call me Rúben” he says. Do these two know each other?
“Yes, my bad. Sorry. Could we get you for a halftime interview? Are you watching the game from the VIP area or here next to the bench?” Taylor asks him.
“Yes, of course. And I was going to watch it from upstairs, but I’ve changed my mind” he says, looking at me.
“Oh, great. Then if they give us green light, we’ll see you later.”
“Looking forward to it” he smiles.
“Who was that?” I ask Taylor as I watch him leave. Though before he completely disappears among the crowd, I see him turning around to look back at me, giving me another intense look from head to toe, one that makes me blush a bit. Or a lot.
“Rúben Dias.”
“That’s him?”
“Of course that’s him! You are the most thorough person I know, you check every single detail, and you didn’t recognize him? Him? Last season’s best player?”
“You know Manchester City isn’t my cup of tea” I shrug.
“And Chelsea isn’t mine and I still know all their players faces. Anyway, you should start to pay more attention to him. You’ve definitely caught his” Taylor winks.
“Me? What? No!”
“He only had eyes for you! And he looked at you on purpose when he said that he had changed his mind about from where he was going to watch the game.”
“That was just a coincidence.”
“That was not a coincidence and you know it.”
“That… Ugh, Taylor, we are here to work, not to flirt with players. And we have a live in…” I say, checking my watch “2 minutes! C’mon, we need to get ready!
“Fine, fine” she says, rolling her eyes.
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“He fancies you.”
“Taylor, please don’t start again. My head hurts” I say, closing my eyes and trying to find a comfortable position on my seat. We still have an hour left until the train makes it to London, and a nap would do me wonders.
“But it is the truth! He is super serious with his job, something he has in common with you. And he always gives his 100% and puts all his focus on it, even if he isn’t playing. But today? Today he couldn’t stop looking to the side, to where you were. And during the game, I also caught him looking at you a few times.”
“He was just probably looking at the pitch, at his teammates.” Though I must say I also looked at him a few times, and he wasn’t paying attention to the game. He was looking at us. At me.
“Seriously, girl. One of the hottest guys on the Premier League only had eyes for you today. You should be ecstatic!”
“I don’t have time for boys, Taylor. Especially not football players. I want to make the most of this opportunity. Who knows the doors it can open for me.”
“The ones of Rúben Dias’ house are already open” smirks.
“I’m serious, Taylor. You’ve been working for longer than a decade. I haven’t. I need this to work out.”
“I know. And I’m sorry. I promise I won’t play matchmaker anymore and will focus on our job. Unless he sends me a dm asking me for your number or something. That’s the only exception.”
“Fine” I say, giving up. “You need to tell me how you two met, tho.”
“We’ll leave that story for another day. Now try to rest, I’ll wake you up when we make it back to London.”
And as I close my eyes and try to sleep, my mind chooses to relive everything that has happened today. Especially the moments that involve him. Rúben Dias.
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snailsgarden · 1 year
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Heya! I hope your day/night is going wonderfully! :>>
Just to clarify and reassure I have read your pinned post and everything mentioned in it!-, I just like to do this as I find for myself that it just makes me feel a bit better but anyways-
I was hoping to be able to share some ideas with you but I completely understand if you don't vibe well with them and or just simply don't feel like writing them as that's totally understandable although if you do like this idea I have many more that I'd love to share! <33, these would be specifically for head cannons or one shots whichever writing style you'd most be more comfortable with really! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
I'll start off now :)
My first idea is For a Yuri x shy f!reader/nb!reader // witchever you'd more so prefer! //
the reader is a new student who showed up prior to the festival and was basically nudged by their family to join a club in order for them to get out of their shell as they're very timid and introverted? So as they saw that the literature club needed new members they decided to join that one!, After introductions though they mostly keep to themselves and don't exactly like speaking when it comes to sharing poems as they stutter a bit? Although as they enjoy tea they end up spending more time with Yuri than the others and vibe the most with Yuri's writing style/calm demenor secretly she inspires them as the reader decides to write a poem about her!-and shares it with her although nervous about it?
Basically they are kindred spirits who find comfort in each other! <3
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OH I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH
deeply sorry for the delay, but here is your request!!
and don't worry about it, I'd actually love to know your ideas!
and I hope this is good<3
— BOUND TO FALLING IN LOVE..
☆ summary: you hand her a poem written about her.
★ type: hcs + a short drabble!
cw: no pronouns mentioned for reader, romance, I suck at writing, yuri and reader are both obviously inlove and very shy about it, the ending sucks.
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at first, she'd be shy around you since she's shy around new people.
you only started talking more to eachother when she was serving tea for the group
she could see a lot of herself in you, and that really had drawn you to her
she really didn't mind your stuttering (because she does aswell sometimes)
and she would always compliment your poems, also indulging a bit of her own style in them..
she feels so comfortable next to you, and you both really complement eachother
...
"and..i wanted to share this with you", you say as you hand her your poem.
you've been thinking about it for some time; yuri really inspired you and, in a sense, attracted you to her with her comfortably quiet and calm demeanor, always being so thoughtful and polite to others which only had drawn you more and more to her as time passed
hanging out in the club, reading novels together, enjoying some nice tea, intently listening to her as she rambles about her interests (an attitude that you thought was very cute, specially for how shy she gets when she realizes she's been rambling and, of course, you reassured her on it)
she looks at you, then at the paper in your hands as she starts connecting the dots and, of course, blushing at the way you looked at her oh so longingly.
carefully but also a being a bit eager, she takes the paper in her hands, starting to read it.
you feel a bit anxious as she does so, with many thoughts rushing through your brain.
will she like it? what if you did any spelling mistakes?! maybe your handwriting is illegible.. is she blushing???
her eyes slightly widen as she stars reading, her heart feeling warm as soon as her eyes lay upon those sweet, sweet words on the paper.
she's more than grateful! flattered! so happy about the poem!
as soon as she finishes reading, she starts smiling at you lovingly, which makes your heart skip a beat.
"this poem, it's so beautiful. i love your way of writing, the form of speech and.. do you really think of me this way?" she says.
you look at her and the only thing you want to do is hug her. kiss her and, of course.
confess your love for her, even though it's obvious, the both of you are too oblivious to it.
"I do", you say "you are amazing, and such an inspiration to me, yuri."
she can't help but be surprised..
she inspires you? how?? when?? why????
and then, you start listing it.
the many ways that she inspires you.
the way she speaks, her writing, her smart vocabulary, how she's so beautiful, polite, how she's comforting to be around, her advices on writing, and honestly everything about her
she's never felt so happy.
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madxwonderland · 16 days
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.
what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? I've told this story before but long story short, I was obsessed with the game in middle school. I had a total Alice in Wonderland phase. I started RPing in high school with just oc muses. But then in 2011 I saw other people doing canon characters from different fandoms so I thought I would try writing Alice. I just fell in love with her and had so much fun making her my own character. It's hard to believe that I've been writing her for 13 years.
is there anything you don’t like to write? Smuts not really my thing. I mean I will write it but I'm not good at it. I love reading it, when it's well written and fits into a plot well, but I suck at writing it.
is there anything you really enjoy writing? All things horror! Anything just dark and fucked up is my vibe. I also love anything action and fantasy and lots of angst.
how do you come up with headcanons? I'm always being inspired by other games, books and movies. Honestly I don't have a process. Things just come to me and I'm like "oh that fits Alice!"
do you write in silence or do you play music? It depends on my mood. Most of the time I have a movie or a show on. A lot of the times I like having music too. I gotta have background noise when doing anything.
do you plan your replies or wing them? A bit of both! Like the above answer, it depends on my mood. Sometimes I'll read a reply to a thread and don't write mine right away and just think about it all day and come up with an outline in my head. Other times I'll just come up with a reply on the spot. That's why my activity is so sporadic.
do you enjoy shipping? Yes! Though it's not easy with Alice since she's demisexual and is heavily affected by her past and that makes it hard to trust people. But I am always wanting her to find some sort of connection.
what’s your alias/name? Mad
age? 30
birthday? July 12
favorite color? Purple and green
favorite song? Wait For It - Leslie Odom Jr. (from Hamilton)
last movie you watched? The Tutor
last show you watched? Law and Order SVU
last song you listened to? reckless driving by Lizzie McAlpine
favorite food? Mashed potatoes
favorite season? Fall
do you have a Tumblr best friend? Oh man I've had so many through the years. Like I said, I've been here for a long time. Sadly all of my partners and besties have moved on with their lives. Currently I don't have a singular bestie. I have a lot of friends on this blog and my others that I love RPing with and talking to outside of tumblr!
tagged @mxlevolence (speaking of besties <3)
tagging @kylo-wrecked @bewitchingbaker @scftheartiisms @whyscserious @hauxtedbeauty
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shina913 · 2 years
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Intersect, Part 3 | KNJ
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Intersect, Part 3
Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area
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✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫
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Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader; MYG x fem reader
Rating: M (🔞), NSFW
Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Word count: 4.8K+ words
Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; explicit sexual language; cheesy pickup lines; praise kink; protected/penetrative sex; fingering; breast/nipple play; slightly(?) rough sex; hints of oral sex (F-receiving; mentioned once); dirty talk
Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes--until you're forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.
A/N: So--Grammys Yoongi would not let me rest and attacked me from all sides. He basically just wrote all of the content for this update! Also, the next few chapters will contain scenes heavily inspired by (actually, some directly lifted) from the movie, Someone Like You (2001). It's a fun, albeit cliché, rom-com but one of my faves! I just thought it would be cute to incorporate some of them in this storyline because I just live for Joon and YN's bickering! If you know the movie...ssshhhh no spoilers!
❤️, comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩. I love hearing from readers (whether you liked it or not so much). Thanks to all who have read the first two parts, and sent me messages!
My taglist is open as well so just reply to this post or DM me and I'll add you.
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“I had a really good time tonight.”
“I did, too.” Yoongi says.
You were walking back to your apartment from the subway, after your dinner where you talked about the most random things. Based on the publications and conferences you’ve attended where he’s been a guest speaker, he seemed like such a serious and intellectual person who was only interested in talking about whatever they were currently studying–or something much more boring than that. In reality, he was funny, quick-witted, and had an affinity for dry humor, which you found charming.
“You know, Yoongi…I–I have to confess, you’re not at all what I expected.”
He furrows his brows in curiosity. “Meaning?”
“I don’t know…This is going to sound really weird but I thought you were totally unapproachable and closed off. I haven’t met many people in our field who are as outgoing and just…normal as you are.”
He chuckles. “I know most of us are huge nerds. We get sucked into a study or a topic and it’s easy to isolate yourself from everyone else just to get these theoretical questions answered. But to address your query–I’m just like anybody. I enjoy socializing–to a certain extent,” he laughs. “And…I crave good company as much as the next person–not just because I’m conducting an investigative study on a certain demographic.”
You laughed at that…it was a research joke.
“I think sometimes that’s what’s missing in some of our studies…it’s way too much thinking and calculation. We tend to forget the human element, you know? Especially, feelings and emotions.”
Your brows quirk at his last point. It’s exactly what you’ve been advocating for when you decided to dive into this area of study. Math and science had an underlying predictability. But the emotional aspect is typically left out or not even considered because that would make the work subjective. And in your line of work, most clients prefer objectivity–they want things in black and white–no gray areas–especially for government contracts. They just want to know where the money is going, if it’s doing what it’s supposed to do, and if not, what do the numbers say that they should do?
You nodded. “I couldn't agree more with that. I think that we put way too much stock on objectivity when in fact, we, as researchers, have our own biases. So–I’m not sure how you can just completely extricate yourself from that.”
“That’s a cycle that I’ve spent most of my career breaking. Just–the whole point of, we get the job order, collect that data and conclude that you can do options A or B–and leave it up to the client to decide,” he shrugs.
“But it’s so much more than that, isn’t it? The fact is, there are real people whom we’re interviewing and studying. They shouldn’t be treated as random tallies on a sheet.”
“I like where you’re going with that, Miss Jeon.”
You stopped at your building’s front entrance, keys already on-hand.
“It’s something that I try to instill within my staff as well,” you smiled proudly as you stood there, facing one another.
He stares at you in awe. “Where have you been this whole time? I feel like we could have collaborated on so many good things.”
You chuckled and shrugged your shoulders. “We just needed to wait ‘til the time was right, I guess.”
He took a couple of steps towards you–he was…inappropriately close but you weren’t moving away nor stopping him.
“Well, I hope you’ll forgive me if I can't wait for the right time to do this.” His lips land on yours. They were incredibly soft and plush as they moved against yours. You sighed softly into his mouth as he briefly slipped his tongue into yours–just to get a quick taste before he pulled away.
Screw Namjoon and his stupid Employee Handbook.
You tried not to sound too breathless. “Would you like to come up and see my cat?” You suddenly blurted out.
Yoongi furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I beg your pardon?”
You try not to panic. “I meant, coffee. Would you like to come up and have some coffee?”
He gives you a gummy smile. “Sure, coffee sounds good.”
Once you unlock your security gate and walk through the front door and into your kitchen, you start to grab a couple of mugs and call out to him over your shoulder while you sort through some K-cup pods.
Unaware, he saunters behind you.
You’re startled when you find him standing next to you. Nervously, you ask, “Uh–I have a couple options here–just tell me what kind you like?”
“I like anything full-bodied,” he says in a dangerously low tone.
Your lips twitch. “O-okay. Brew temperature?”
He moves in closer. “Hot.”
Your heart was pounding now. “Sweetener?” you ask breathlessly as he closes the gap between you.
“Mm–don’t need it. Not around you,” he says before he crashes his lips into yours, pressing you against your kitchen counter. His tongue caressed your mouth in a slow, sweeping motion that had you leaning closer for more.
Things escalated quickly and you moved into your bedroom.
It wasn’t long before you felt the back of your legs hit the side of your mattress.
He lowers you into it, keeping his lips locked on yours. Feeling his full weight on you turned you on like you couldn’t describe. His hands snake up your thighs as you moan into his mouth.
Be careful whom you fraternize with.
You gasp then recoil abruptly from Yoongi.
“A-are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”
The fuck? Why is his voice in your head at this moment?
“If-if you changed your mind, that’s totally fine. Just say so,” Yoongi says reassuringly as he caresses your cheek.
You shake your thoughts away. “N-no. I meant, no, I haven’t changed my mind. I want this. I just wondered if you’d be okay with switching it up?”
He regards you with renewed interest. “Switch it up, how?”
You pushed up against him and shifted slightly until you had him pinned to your mattress. You sat up then straddled his hips, the motion hiking the bottom of your slip-dress up your thighs.
His eyes, filled with want, drank you in while you sat on top of him. “Well, alright then,” he bites his lower lip.
He watches as you pick up the hem of your dress and bring it up and over your head, tossing it to the side, leaving you with just your lingerie on.
He sighs softly as he slides his tongue across his bottom lip.
“You have way too many clothes on, Mr. Min,” you point out.
“And what should we do about that?”
You curled all ten fingers onto his shirt and with one swift move from you, he watched his buttons fly all over the place.
“Much better,” your lips curved into a smile.
His hunger for you rumbled and it wasn’t long before he sits up to kiss you again–more aggressively this time.
He pulls away for a moment only to take his wallet out of his back pocket to retrieve a foil packet from it before sealing his mouth over yours again.
You barely feel him reach behind you to unhook your bra then quickly slipping it off you. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck and to your sternum. With a slight bend of his neck, he ran the tip of his tongue over your nipple in a slow, teasing flick which elicited a harsh gasp from you.
He didn’t give you time to process before he fully wrapped his lips around your breast, sucking hard.
“Ah, fuck,” you breathed out, your body almost tipping over from pleasure before caught you, tilting you back into his arms before shifting to your other breast, giving it the same amount of attention.
Your clit throbbed and practically begged for some kind of friction that you started, grinding your hips against his cock–which you could already feel was straining from how hard it felt underneath your still-clothed core.
Sensing your impatience, mouth still sealed on a nipple, he slides a hand between your legs. His fingers slips past the lacy material and starts to rub between your needy folds, making you cry out hoarsely.
You could have cum right then–it really has been that long.
“I can’t wait anymore, Yoongi,” you whined.
He pulls away from your chest only to slip two fingers into you. “Tell me what you want, YN,” he asks gruffly.
“You. I want you in me now,” you said a little too desperately, grinding your hips against his fingers.
He watches your face contort in pleasure while his digits continue to pump in and out of you. “You’re so wet,” he whispers before he nips at your bottom lip.
“Yoongi–please…I want you to fuck me.” You barely recognized your voice as you begged him to put his cock in you.
He withdraws his hands slowly to lift you slightly off him. You take the opportunity to shed your soaked panties while he unzips his pants and rips the foil packet with his teeth.
You climb up on top of him again just in time to pull his cock out, taking the condom and slipping it down his length. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he drags out a deep moan while you pumped him slowly.
“Do you want to ride?”
You gave him a small nod as he rested his hands on either side of your hips while he lays flat on the mattress.
He guides you while you ease yourself down onto him. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips to meet yours, filling you, stretching you, as he exhales.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs as your walls clench around him.
You rise again, taking more of him in, feeling a little too drunk with the power you currently had–watching Min Yoongi slowly coming apart beneath you. You place your hands on his shoulders for support until you take him to the hilt.
You started to roll your hips slow–getting used to the sensation of him filling you. He counters your rhythm perfectly in sync—all thought and reason out the door. You pick up the pace and it wasn’t long before you were completely lost in pleasure.
He sits up, hands moving up from your hips to your arms, keeping a firm grip on them shortly before he withdraws slightly then thrusts into you sharply, causing you to cry out.
Your head lolls sideways and back, as he fucks in and out of you. My god, he does that so well.
You open your eyes, stare down at him, your breathing ragged, and he’s staring back at you, eyes blazing.
“So fucking good,” he mouths.
“Yes,” you rasp.
He groans loudly, closing his eyes again, tipping his head and leaning it against your forehead.
“I’m so close,” you managed to say between pants.
“Yeah? Are you gonna cum all over me?”
“Hmmmmfuck, yes…don’t stop,” you mewled as you clenched even tighter around his cock.
“I can’t–too good…” he stutters as he continues to thrust his hips against you.
Seeing Yoongi undone is enough to tip you over the edge. You cum audibly, collapsing on top of him.
“Ahh, fuck…” he groans as he finds his release, holding you still.
Your cheek is nestled on his shoulder, catching your breath, trying to get your pulse back to normal.
He smooths your hair, and his hand runs down your back, caressing you as he calms his own breathing.
He lifts you and eases out of you. You wince as he does. After he discards the condom, he leans forward and kisses you softly.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
Sitting up on your bed, you tilt your head slightly and gaze up at him, your expression skeptical. As he stands in front of you, he sees the look you give him and frowns. He bends down slightly towards you and nuzzles his nose to yours.
“I mean it. You are amazing, YN,” he says again, his tone emphatic.
You smiled as you felt something shift within you. You had to pinch yourself. Suddenly, this man–someone whom you had admired, revered for years, was in your bedroom in all his post-sex glory. It was as real as the sweat that beaded on his forehead.
You kiss him gently and let yourself fall into him.
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The following morning, before stepping out of your apartment, you tugged at his wrist.
“Listen–about last night…not that I have any regrets or anything,” you began.
He straightens out, waiting for your next thought.
“I hope this doesn’t complicate things for us at work,” you ask tentatively.
“Why would you think that?”
You exhaled sharply. “I guess you could say that some people like to keep things strictly professional, you know?”
“I have no problem keeping things professional,” he says matter-of-factly.
This placates you. “Okay. I just wanted to put that out there–”
“YN, what we do during our private time is nobody’s business. And it shouldn’t be–that’s why it’s ‘private.’ I like spending time with you and I hope you feel the same?”
You gave him a small smile.
He took it as a good sign. “Okay.”
“I just don’t want it to be a whole thing at work, you know?”
“I understand what you mean. And I want you to know that we’re on the same page. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now…do you know of a good place to get some breakfast around here?”
You chuckled. “Yes, in fact, I do.”
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“I’m so sorry about your shirt,” you giggled.
You were coming off a high after a quick bite to eat at the diner around the corner from your place. You decided to take the long way home–just to extend this time with him a bit more. You walked side-by-side, with his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his waist.
“I mean–” He glances down at it. It was only done up halfway since you had ripped off the top three buttons.
“They never really had a chance to begin with,” he chuckles. At least he had a jacket on–or else this walk would have been more scandalous than intended.
Just then, you passed a thrift store and looked over to find some dress shirts for sale.
“Hey, let’s get you a new one,” you said, motioning over to the display rack.
“What?” He laughs. “You don’t think this is a good look?”
“It is, but–” you bit your lip, trying to rein in your thirst. “We wouldn’t want you to look like you’re doing the walk of shame, right,” you teased as you picked up a black, pinstriped, collared button-down off the rack.
He eyes it for a second. “Alright then,” he says as he takes his wallet out.
“No, no,” you stopped him. “I got it,” you smiled, walking into the store and paying at the register.
He gets into a dressing room, puts the shirt on right away and you both walk out of the store, hand in hand.
“Thank you,” he utters as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him and giving you a quick peck on the lips.
“You’re welcome,” you said as you smiled through your kisses.
Somehow, out of the corner of your eye, past Yoongi’s shoulder, you spot somebody familiar.
You suddenly withdrew your hands from Yoongi’s chest and gently pushed him off.
“Shit, just act normal,” you mutter under your breath.
“Huh?” Yoongi is utterly confused.
“Good morning!”
Yoongi whips his head around to find Namjoon pulling up his bike. He stops by the curb, next to where you both stood while balancing his bike with one leg planted on the ground, eyeing the both of you.
“Hey,” you and Yoongi said at the same time.
“Please don’t let me intrude!” Namjoon says with a sly grin plastered on his face–his obnoxious dimples front-and-center.
“No! Not at all,” you exclaimed a little too loudly. “We were just uhh–” you point and turn to Yoongi while you scramble to find the right words.
“We–I mean–I just ran into him at this store,” you stuttered and chuckled nervously. “I happen to live right up here and was taking a walk…and, and then I saw Yoongi browsing through some shirts here. He looked like he needed some help,” you explained unnecessarily.
“Yeah, uh–I guess looked desperate for a woman’s opinion after all,” Yoongi randomly says, trying to figure out where you were going with this.
“And we got to talking and he just told me that he also happens to live in this neighborhood– which I absolutely had no idea whatsoever! Who knew?” you babbled further.
Namjoon just stares back at Yoongi then back at you.
You cleared your throat and gave Yoongi a look. “Anyway, Yoongi, didn’t you say that you had a thing? That you were going somewhere?”
He hesitates for a bit. “Y-yeah. Yes–I do. It was–great running into you, YN.”
“I-It was great running into you, too, Yoongi. A-and you too, Namjoon. Have a great rest of your weekend,” you stammer before Yoongi walks away.
“See ya,” Namjoon says to Yoongi before turning his attention back to you, giving you a knowing smile.
You try to scramble to save the situation. “What a coincidence, huh? First, I run into Yoongi and then you happen to be biking around this neighborhood, too? Such a small, small world!”
“Uh huh,” he says smugly.
Fuck. The jig is up and he knows it.
You exhaled sharply. “Fine. So we’re kind of seeing each other. Happy?”
He doesn’t say anything and just looks at you, his shoulders vibrating up and down from the laugh that he was trying so hard to stifle.
You groaned. “We’re…not necessarily telling anybody at the office, okay? And I would hope you’d keep this to yourself for the time-being?”
Namjoon snorts then looks away briefly. He clears his throat and looks back at you.
“What? What are you thinking?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m thinking the same thing you are, YN. How you and Yoongi will live happily ever after with your matching Hyundais and goldendoodles,” he says condescendingly while he cackles.
Afterwards, he shifts his weight to get back on his bike and starts to pedal away.
You were seething. “Did you have any friends growing up?!” You yelled out at him.
“Better hurry–I think I see him waiting for you around the corner over there,” he calls out over his shoulder as he rides away further.
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Director-nim Celina, is quite the accomplished woman. She looked young for her age but she’s had a lot of experience under her belt.
She received her Ph.D. from Yale and after a few years working as part-time lecturer at local universities and shifting from one policy research firm to another, she finally built up her own capital and started her own firm.
It helped that she had already built up a great reputation in the field so once she found her footing, other great minds didn’t take long to join the company.
One would think that when you worked in this field, you were constantly behind-the-scenes like a hermit so you didn’t have to worry much about the way you looked. It’s statistics and research, for chrissakes!
But not Celina Choi. To promote her firm in its early stages, she had to look and dress the part.
She wore her dark tresses short, which stopped right above her shoulders. She always looked like she had walked straight out of a salon with a blowout.
And though she didn’t put heavy makeup on, she frequently wore a bold lip. Fire-engine red, tangerine, oxblood, magenta—it was her signature, so to speak. Anything that would draw a listener’s attention to her mouth was a good strategy for her.
She wore tailored pantsuits, sheath dresses, pencil skirts—for a woman in her 40s, she could give the younger ones a run for their money.
She worked the annual conference circuit and networked to no end. She strategically partnered with larger firms as a subcontractor and managed to lure out other talents from there.
Some people might think that she was playing dirty by poaching their best researchers from them but Celina’s pitch was simple: come work with me and not for me.
It was the same pitch that she used on all of her recruits–one of which was currently in deep conversation with her in her office.
You stood a ways down the hallway with your ankles crossed over the other and tried not to stare at him while they spoke but it was hard to pry your eyes away from him, especially after memories from the weekend plagued you all day.
He stayed over til mid-day Saturday after you had breakfast at the diner around the corner from your place—leaving only after he ate you out and fucked you in the middle of your kitchen.
When Celina turns away from him to retrieve something from her desk, he glances at you through the glass wall. As if reading your dirty thoughts, his lips curve into a slow, sexy, almost devilish smile.
You smile back at him, suddenly feeling hot under the collar before he turns his attention back to your boss, who was trying to show him something on her tablet.
“You look pretty happy there.”
His deep voice startles you and knocks you back to reality. “Why? You got something against people who are happy?”
“Not at all,” Namjoon grins sarcastically. “As long as you’re not stepping on anybody’s toes.”
You leaned in, pouting mockingly. “Aww…do your toes hurt, Namjoon?”
He chuckles then lowers his voice. “You wish you could climb up on me and step on these toes,” he says to you.
You gasp at the comment, taken aback for a moment then suddenly burst out laughing.
He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Should I take that as a ‘no’?”
You puckered your lips and hummed. “It’s more of a–’Thanks for the offer, but not if my life depended on it,’” you hissed.
“Well, if it isn’t my top team managers!” Celina exclaims as she and Yoongi approach you and Namjoon, halting your bickering.
You both straighten your postures and smile innocently at her like students trying to act perfectly behaved in front of the principal.
“So, I’m just checking in to make sure that the proposal is ready to go to the client soon? I know the deadline is not optimal since it’s the same week that we’re supposed to go on our company retreat–but I’m confident that if anybody can pull this off, you two can. Am I right?”
“Yes!” Namjoon says.
“Oh, totally,” you replied.
“Good! Also, I want to get a final look at it once I get back from the annual conference—which, Yoongi, so graciously agreed to assist me with. Nothing like showing off our new rockstar to attract the cream of the crop to our firm, huh?”
You and Namjoon nod in agreement.
Celina turns to Namjoon. “You’re going to this year’s retreat, right?”
“Yes, I am,” he confirms.
“Okay–just making sure because you’ve skipped the last two. It would be nice to have 100% attendance there, especially with senior leadership.”
“You can count on it, Celina.”
“Excellent. And, YN–are you up for defending your Office Olympics medal this year? I know Jin would love to take a crack at it again since he took the silver medal last year,” Celina says.
Before you could answer, Namjoon jumps in. “Not if I have a say in it.”
Celina’s lips curve into a slow smile. “Oh-ho-ho…looks like we’ve got a great matchup! I almost forgot that you won gold in those previous years, Namjoon.”
You interjected before he could agree. “That’s only because I wasn’t with the firm yet,” you addressed him directly.
He scoffs and narrows his eyes at you. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah. You’re up against some stiff competition, Kim Namjoon.”
“Alright–let’s save all the trash talk for the games, huh?” Celina tries to intervene and steps between the both of you. “But I love the competitive energy! See, this is why I put your teams together. You’re both just so into it! I love it! I want to feel the same level of passion when I do the final read-through of your proposal.”
You both nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Celina then turns her attention back to Yoongi as they finalize their plans for the upcoming conference. “So anyway, I was thinking—we should strategize which lectures we’re attending because I think that it would be more efficient…” she trails off as they both walk away from you.
Yoongi steals another glance from you and you give him a small smile in return.
Out of the corner of his mouth, Namjoon clears his throat then lowers his voice to almost a whisper. “You know I won’t take anything from you lying down.”
You grinned cockily. “You wish you could take me lying down,” you mumbled back to him.
His jaw ticks and a low growl escapes his chest as you flip your hair and back away from him, clearly pleased with the effect of your last words.
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mayadoesfandomstuff · 2 months
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Goddd why is the internet so tiring sometimes like it's a poll about CATS!!! Why the fuck are you trying to push your weird anti-minecraft cringe culture beliefs on it and even more just parroting whatever the fuck you've heard from twitter in order to paint all minecraft youtubers as "problematic" just because there was some problematic people in the genre like hello???
There's assholes in every demographic yet somehow because this one cat is owned by a creator who makes content for a genre you don't like, he MUST be problematic and therefore his CAT too
It's genuinely upsetting and honestly such fun polls gets sullied by shitty people who just hate anyone who dares touch one of the most popular video games in the past decade because of a couple of bad eggs in the community. They don't even have to have interacted with these bad eggs, they just have to have just so happen to make videos about the same video game as them.
Scar BARELY has anything to do with most problematic content creators and yet he and his deceased cat still gets dragged by people who find minecraft cringe and hide it under the guise of thinking any and every minecraft youtuber is simply problematic therefore it's okay to harass them and their fans and spread hatred towards their pets ackshully.
He is legitimately one of the most wholesome minecraft creators in the platform that had constantly inspired many disabled people because of his positivity and his frankness about his experiences with both his physical and mental disabilities and experiences with the medical industry, both positive and negative. All of this doesn't matter though because he plays minecraft so he must be someone who agrees with problematic minecraft youtuber man #34 so he's definitely problematic even if I don't know anything about him. And his cat, Jellie, regardless of how you feel about Scar himself or if he is worth redeeming just because he plays minecraft with his friends, gets thrown under the bus for simply being the pet of this creator because she's just some rando cat of a minecraft youtuber so of course I should also hate her. Oh she died? Well sucks to suck because she's still some youtuber's cat. How problematic of her.
This also happened in other polls like the one from a few months ago with Jimmy being shitted on by outsiders from the fandom to the point that the person who was running the poll had to remove him because of the harassment that they were receiving. This is despite the fact that Jimmy is genuinely one of the most inoffensive minecraft youtubers out there who actively scolds his friends for even making light innuendos whenever they play. "Being bad at video games isn't being doomed by the narrative" says the fans of TTRPG youtube series which is based on game strategy and random chance and has some similarities with sandbox games. And of course, he's also problematic because he plays minecraft. Nevermind you don't actually known anything about him, his character, or the story that people are referring to. He plays minecraft therefore he is problematic.
It happened with other polls like the trans swag poll where people were so giddy to misgender REAL LIFE trans people (not just the characters they played) just because these other fans' FICTIONAL blorbos were up against them in the polls. They would assume any and all people who had ever created minecraft content are cis simply just because of, again, some bad actors that they had or had not associated with in the past. It doesn't matter if they had not spoken about or even actively denounced this bad actor either, they played with that person once upon a time so therefore misgendering them isn't transphobic guys I swear! They're just cringe problematic cis people they couldn't possibly be trans! and if they are they're the bad kind of trans so it's totally cool to misgender them!
I'm not even asking people to like minecraft youtubers or change their minds about perpetuating this new kind of cringe culture but just questioning what is it that makes the term "minecraft youtuber" make these people just assume the worst, and, even further, resort to VILE comments and behavior that border on outright bigotry? Why is it that seeing "minecraft youtubers" make these people think that harassment and hatred sent to the fans and even just the poll makers is justified regardless of the actual stance of the person that had brought them up? Why do these people think that it's appropriate or even funny to make jokes about dead pets or to jokingly misgender trans people just because they're associated with the term "minecraft youtuber"?
I don't know
This won't be rebloggable
I'm tired
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theminecraftbee · 2 years
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inspired by @/betweenlands’s post here... may i present: is x in stuffed bird the asshole, as of about chapter 10-ish? (the query is above the cut, the answers i found best below the cut)
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[image ID: “AITA for...
Am I the asshole for kidnapping a guy to help me kill my brother?
Let me explain myself. I recently got away from the company that created me after they screwed up and caused the apocalypse. Yeah, the company's THAT kind of place. My brother was the favorite there, and sucked up to them all the time, and always acted like he was better than me, so I wanted him dead. If I killed him, I would be totally free from the people who always hurt me, you know? And he's so perfect at everything, and I hate him for that.
The problem is, since it's the apocalypse, it was pretty dangerous to go places, and besides, I'm also a monster, and it causes problems sometimes. Luckily, I heard about this guy who works for the company that made me that's immune to the apocalypse making him a monster. I figured I'd go find him, make him help me get to my brother, and then kill him to somehow make a cure (haven't really thought out how that would work yet but obviously there has to be some way, right?) I don't know how to drive, anyway, and having another guy with me makes fighting monsters easier.
 I didn't think I'd have to feel bad about it. After all, the guy I'm kidnapping helped cause the apocalypse, and also worked for the people who made my life a living hell. However, as we've been traveling, I'm realizing he actually seems to have really bad anxiety, and he keeps on helping save me from monsters too? He deserves to cry, but also I sort of feel bad about it, so. AITA?” /end ID]
all of the answers come in three sets: one that will always rate NTA, one that will always rate YTA, and one that is trained on both options. they are listed in that order.
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[image ID: the first set of answers.
NTA: “NTA. You aren’t a mind reader and it’s possible you’re over thinking this. It’s also possible that he isn’t as immune as you think he is. Just keep an eye out for any strange behavior and if it continues, leave him behind.”
YTA: “YTA. Get a car, find your brother on your own time.”
Split: “YTA - you aren’t a killer, you just want to be one.
Don’t go after this guy, don’t take him to your brother, just walk away. I can’t imagine the guilt you would feel if you not only killed someone, but helped cause the apocalypse in the process.” /end ID]
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[image ID: the second set of answers.
NTA: “NTA - you are a human being and as such you have the right to do as you wish, even if what you wish is to kill your brother. You were put in a bad situation but that does not make you a bad person.”
YTA: “YTA. A lot of factors are going to have to align for you to be succesul in this attempt, I don’t care how much you want him dead and it doesn’t matter if he is a “perfection” compared to you. You’re also an asshole for taking advantage of his anciety”
Split: “NTA. He’s a human being with feelings and flaws like everyone else. You’re not fucking him, he’s just helping you out. You’re doing the same thing to him. The fact that he’s immune to the virus doesn’t change the fact that you’re a horrible, horrible person for doing this. But, then, probably, you already knew that.” /end ID]
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[image ID: the third set of answers.
NTA: “NTA. He was a willing participant in his own destruction. Kill him and be done with it.”
YTA: “YTA
In an effort to get revenge on your brother you kidnapped and brainwashed a person. The end goal is to kill him which will then free you from the influence of those above named “people who always hurt me”. You are a child and need help very badly or else I fear for your mental stability in the future.”
Split: “YTA
WFT. You’re planning on killing someone, yourself, and you don’t even know how to drive? How are you planning on getting to your brother if you don’t even know how to drive? How are you planning on dealing with your anxiety if you don’t even know how to drive? WTF.
Note to self: if I ever get the urge to kill someone, I’m not going to do it. I’m going to kidnap someone and force them to kill my brother for me.” /end ID]
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[image ID: the fourth set of answers.
NTA: “NTA.
But dude. You’re seriously considering letting that guy into your truck, setting out across the country, and then promptly killing him so you can make a cure? You have no fucking plan whatsoever, and each new encounter with a zombie or other monster just makes your determination to off him that much stronger.
Just... Stop. Right Now. This is a bad, bad idea.”
YTA: “YTA. So you decided to take a guy that’s been through worse off than you, who has anxiety and probably PTSD from what sounds like a nightmare of a job. And then you want me to congratulate you for having the audacity to think this would make things better? YTA big time.
You’re not helping him at all by bringing him along with you, besides the fact he’d likely be dead either way in your eyes are focused on your revenge.”
Split: “NTA
You kidnapped a man, intent on making him help you to kill your brother.
You are a living nightmare.” /end ID]
so in conclusion... it appears that the people of fake reddit indeed think that x is the asshole! also that he should learn to drive,
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laureleikirsch · 2 years
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Cards Against Humanity Tarot Readings
Hello heathens!
The intense, soul-crushing boredom of working in manufacturing led me to the idea of doing tarot readings with the Cards Against Humanity base deck, so... let's fuckin go!
Base Guidelines:
Submit a question! This can be through asks (anon is A-OK), direct messages (anon can be requested), or comments/reblogs.
Tell me how many cards you'd like me to "read"! Each black + white card pairing counts as 1 card. Right now, I'll only do 1-4 cards.
I don't know how much (or if) I'll interpret these. They might not need interpretation, or you might get paragraphs.
I reserve the right to decline requests or re-draw cards if the individual cards or pairings are too awful. It's CAH, so there's bound to be some... interesting? answers, but I still have limits.
Tips are welcome but entirely optional! That said, I might put tips towards expansions for fresh requests if this takes off.
New Tip Incentive: Still totally optional, but if I get $10 in tips I will literally Tumblr Blaze this hot mess and get it sent to random people. Try me.
Sample readings and additional rules/guidelines I've set for myself will be below the cut~
Sample Readings:
What should I have for breakfast? (test draw)
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Image depicting Cards Against Humanity cards on a heavily-stickered background. The black card reads, "What's that sound?" and the white card placed on top reads, "Dick fingers."
...in which the Cards tell me to suck a dick for breakfast.
2. What is the dark side of my personality? (submitted anonymously)
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Image depicting three sets of Cards Against Humanity cards on a heavily-stickered background. The first card combination, representing the Maiden, features a black card reading, "I get by with a little help from ___" and a white card reading, "Darth Vader." The second card combo, representing the Mother, shows a black card reading, "What's that sound?" and a white card reading, "Announcing that I am about to cum." The final card combo, representing the Crone, includes a black card reading, "What's Teach For America using to inspire inner city kids to succeed?" and a white card reading, "Not wearing pants."
The Maiden: In your current state, your dark side comes from thriving on sympathizing with / taking inspiration from pop culture villains. Whether it's the edgy bad boy everyone wants to save or the badass queen you wish to emulate, it's your Villain Era and you're going to make the most of it.
The Mother: Society tends to look down upon letting your freak flag fly... but once you reach the Mother phase of your life, your dark side won't let you succumb to Society's rules. You will actively embrace hedonism and reach fulfillment through it.
The Crone: When you enter your Crone phase, your dark side will fully abandon traditional societal propriety in order to achieve your goals... many or all of which will center around the betterment of your fellow humans. The end will justify the means, but you might offend some curmudgeons along the way.
Additional Rules/Guidelines (for me):
I mentioned above that I may re-draw if the cards are a little too much. This includes permanently removing individual cards from the deck if they, by themselves, are an Issue. I don't know every card in the base set, nor am I going to sit down and thumb through all of them... if the cards deal me something revolting, though, they'll be sent to the shadow realm.
I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure I don't publish pairings that're revolting, but sometimes I'm clueless and/or not processing at full power. Please feel free to send me feedback if something I publish shouldn't have slipped by!
I'll be following the tarot practice of using cards that "jump out" of the deck... however, this happens a lot because I suck at shuffling, so if too many cards "jump out," I'll have my wife, dog, or cat choose which to use. If you have a preference, please let me know!
If you have specific triggers or aversions, let me know and I'll screen against those as best as I can.
I currently have the 1-4 "card" limit, but if you want to pitch something different, go for it! I'm always up for considering more silly ideas. (I also have access to a fair amount of Magic the Gathering cards and online directories for them that allow random card draws, as well as various dice and coins...)
UHHHH I think that's it? I'll probably add any updates through reblogs since all of this is under a cut.
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But it wasn’t inspirational? She’s said she had writer’s block the whole time and we know that then she started fucking other people and she only went into studio when she started seeing Joe. Sharing stuff about that would be SORE and UPSETTING and like it’d all be “well this just was a bad fit and sometimes I miss that salad you used to make us and the weird face you made was cute but also btw you’re lowkey a dick” not like “I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELLLLLL” yk? Like we know she’s told Selena not to share over personal stuff dude like that - it’s hard to talk about and even harder to share with strangers - makes way more sense than “she didn’t write about him in order to piss him off” lmao.
But like it didn’t have to be necessarily on reputation I could’ve been on all the previous ones. It’s doesn’t make sense to say “She had already moved on” since we have songs like I forgot that you existed that talk about past situations like Kanye and Kim shit. She did move on obviously but that doesn’t mean she can’t write songs about them after. She wrote Holy Ground about Joe J and it’s on Red.
Well IFTYE could be about Calvin too fwiw like 🤷🏻‍♀️ and there are obviously shades of the Calvin breakup in Happiness and even DBATC dude like idk what you’re wanting lmao there is no ATW 2.0 about that kind of situation, it’s very personal and sore, you can’t compared Joe J and Calvin like they weren’t comparable relationships 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️
It’s not “she’d already moved on” it’s “she’s not a character” and sharing things like “I miss your cooking and your goofy face but you totally sucked and really hurt me and I’m sad we didn’t work out but also I’m happier since you’ve gone” is not necessarily something you want to tell the whole world and you shouldn’t need to.
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My baby 💓 how you’ve been? How does your heart feel? Anything exciting these days? I stumble up again to Please let him be happy by pencap, haven’t read that beautiful poem in years until a couple of days ago and I thought about to this: 1. Someone I love(d) so much who has ideals too high on masculinity has weight him down and emotionally distance him from other people in order to keep appearances. It’s how I felt talking to his ego at the time, and 2. You, your work, because that’s how I feel to it with the beautiful words and overall theme on softening your lover who’s everyone look up to, trying to give them peace and tenderness and protect them from a moment of the harsh world.
I thought it might cheer you up. Your last answer gave my face the full red, thanks for the natural blush ✨ I’m happy to have this friendship with you, you’re also so close to my heart my baby.
I’ve been mostly fine, I’ve been listening to asobi seksu a lot lately and quiet lights by the National, I’m not a big fan but the opening lyrics breaks my heart a little bit. I’m trying to write more but I only let the ideas float and never actually connect the sentences, you know? I feel like the feelings are too many, too caught up in my throat —in my hands— I just lost my voice, I can’t say much, I’m pretty messy at talking as you can see. Anyway, I’m better at cooking now that I can buy any ingredient I want, I’m happy, also I’ll also get a tattoo this month so I’m pretty excited, I’ll be my first though I don’t plan to have many more, I like to keep it simple y’know? I’m scared it won’t turn out well (not for any reason in particular I’m just nervous)
Hey, I love you so so so much, don’t forget it, ok? I hope this finds you well and if you’re not I’m still here, you’re too precious to be left alone my heart. -🏹
Babyyyyy I'm so happy you thought of me when you read that beautiful poem ❤️ I haven't read it in so long so thank you so much for reminding me of it.
I totally agree, quiet lights lyrics make me so emotional too.
No no babe you are not messy at all don't say that please. I told you before that you have such a beautiful mind and that the prompts you send me sometimes inspire me 😍 but I understand exactly what you mean about having so many ideas and not being able to express or write them down. When I have those moments, I try listening to some music and just close my eyes and allow myself to relax a little, it usually works. You can also write those ideas as they are, they don't have to connect together or to make much sense. Even if they're just words that popped into your mind, write them down and don't worry about connecting them. That way you'll have a visual aid of what's going on in your brain, then you can start connecting the dots little by little.
Oh I'm so proud of my cute little chef 🤩 I honestly suck at cooking hehehe I only know how to make simple meals, nothing too fancy or complicated 🥲
Oh tell me more about the tattoo 😍 like where exactly on your body is it going to be? And what are you getting? I love tattoos, I don't have any myself but whenever I run into someone who does I just can't help but stare at them hehehe.
I'm doing so much better babe and you are a part of the reason why I'm able to smile today. I've been receiving so much support and encouragement from amazing people here (and you are one of them) and I will never forget that as long as I live ❤️
I usually get summer jobs because I go back to teaching in September so I try to fill up my free time, but I decided to rest this summer and not take any jobs, so I'm basically going to be relaxing all day long until September.
I love you too sweetheart more than you know so keep that in mind and remember that I'm always here for you 😘😘😘
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talkingtothetallman · 3 months
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Dear future Jack
Hey, Jack. It's me, Jack... from sometime in the future. What time that is all depends on when you read this. Not important now.
What is important... in fact what is MOST important... is this: you're doing great my man. I know life can be plain sucky, believe me I know. But remember that Jesus Christ is in control. Remember that you need to surrender all areas of your life to Him. It's a daunting task to be sure, but one that is worth every striving breath. Don't forget that. Plunge even deeper into Jesus. Trust me, if you think you're trusting enough, you're probably not. Jesus reigns, so live like it!
That's the really really super duper very much important stuff to remember, hence why is was first. But if you are needing more, here are some extra pointers I figured I'd throw your way:
Love your wife. Give her all the rubs and scratchies she wants and needs. Listen to her and try to not always fix her problems. Accept her for who she is and always tell her that you love her (as if you don't do it enough already). Keep reminding her how utterly sexy and beautiful and amazing she is, because isn't she so (the answer is yes you dingbat)? As Del Griffith said, "Like your work, love your wife."
Give your kids your precious spare time. If they want to play outside, just suck it up and drop what you're doing, no matter how important it is to you, and go with them. Talk to them about life, about manhood and what it is to love Jesus. Don't be afraid of the important topics... chances are they are just as scared about it as you are. Tell them you love them so much, and remind them who loves them more! Teach, lead, and shepherd them, just as Jesus would. They are worth more than anything that the Lord has blessed you with. They are a truly precious gift!
Use that camera! But also, it's okay if you don't always use it. It's a hobby and that means it can be done whenever. As stated above, take time for your kids, but also take a little time to use your camera in a peaceful setting so you can create the beautiful photographs you love. It's okay to try and make a little time to flex your creative muscles. But don't feel like you have to grab your camera out of your bag! There will be seasons of inspiration and that's totally fine. Not every photo has to be your best, so focus on honing and improving your craft to become a better photographer. And don't stop having fun with it!
Slow down at work! Your body is incredibly important and it's okay if you work a little longer hours in order to protect your body for the long term. Believe me, I understand how hard it is to slow down. Dude, sometimes it's okay not to be competitive, especially when it comes to beating yourself. Don't be lazy, but don't kill yourself either. Work hard, but also work smart.
Keep fighting the good fight. Last one, I promise. Don't give up in the fight for holiness. When you fall down, pull yourself back up again and get ready for battle again. Don't give an inch to the enemy, or he will take you a mile. Keep your thoughts focused on Jesus, not the fleeting worldly pleasures that so easily can tug you away from the Lord, the One who bought you. Stay in the Word, meditating on it and seeking to remember it in the hardest of situations. Don't let your guard down. Be a warrior for Christ!
You got this my guy. The Lord has already accomplished incredible things in your life, so continue to trust in His faithfulness. I leave you with 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18:
"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."
Later skater. Keep it classic. - Future Jack
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boss-poss · 6 months
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The real failing of Starfield is that none of the characters or even the scifi elements are interesting. I could not, gun to my head, name a single character from the main explorer faction and right now I can't even remember the name of the organization because all of it is so bland.
Early on you get saddled with a lady I only know as the whiny white woman. If you aren't doing the main mission for her faction she tells you to get back to it. Everything from stealing, to exploring, to even opening certain doors will get you chewed out by her. You also can't get rid of her until you give in and complete the quest so if you want to explore of look for loot you'll be front row for her griping. She's also functionally useless in combat.
After that you meet the space cowboy. He's exactly what you're imagining right now. In fact, he's so utterly unremarkable that I kept wondering why this random npc was following me before I remembered that yes, he's a main companion, and yes, I'm currently doing his quest. Luckily you can get rid of him like 20 minutes if you work fast.
There's also the tough woman, who you meet in a cave and kill some mooks with. Her deal is that she's forward and likes doing her own thing. Fuck authority am I right? Oh, but you better do what the space society says because.
And it's just not the "main" faction either. The pirates, as wacky and violent as they are, are still just generic caricatures. The good guy military faction has absolutely no one of note. I even took the feature that gives you parents because I wanted to know what that entailed but it's just a couple of npcs that sort of look like you who just tell you how proud of you they are.
No one feels like an actual character, they feel like the starting point for a writer to build one. The only reason I didn't immediately ditch the space explorer's guild to go be a pirate from minute one was because their missions give boatloads of xp and I was hoping maybe, somewhere in the faction quests was a reason to care. So far, there hasn't been one. Greed it is.
As far as romance goes, well, I'd rather stick one of the (totally not halo forerunner) artifacts up my ass and let it vibrate my prostate to goo than engage with any of the available loose collections of uninteresting character traits. That one sort of falls on BG3 because of how far they pushed the envelope with video game romance but still it's not good.
But that's just the characters. The science fiction itself is like if someone saw like a dozen episodes of the expanse out of order during a sunday binge and used that as inspiration for world building. The guns are by far the best part, with some interesting designs that make the combat the most fun aspect of the game (sometimes). The ship building is admittedly amusing and lets you create to your heart's content but ultimately it only exists to ferry you around, store your stuff, or be used for space battles, which is but a small portion of the game and fairly rare unless you seek it out.
The game's not without style though, I'll say that much, there's a number of cohesive looks and aesthetics that you find throughout that are pleasant to look at but unfortunately they all feel like something from fiction circa 2014 than anything in the 2020s. Even the gritty, utilitarian parts like the pirate base or industrial sectors just don't have the grimy vibes that the alien franchise did so well.
Bethesda managed to suck all the fun out of roleplaying a character too, and instead gives you a boring, generic scifi sandbox that actively forces your character into the same shitty archetypes that the other characters espouse. Character responses are, if anything, worse than FO4. There at least your character would sometimes say something silly or intense out of the blue but in Starfield you get around 3 of the most generic responses you can imagine that only serve to progress you along a conversation path or give you useless information.
A prime example is the pirate quest where you have to infiltrate a star liner full of rich people and acquire some dude's credentials and maybe steal an award. The ship has murder detecting sensors (yes, that is what you are told) so you're encouraged to play it like a classic Bethesda murder mystery type mission. The problem is that there aren't really any alternative options to reach your goal. Talking to non-quest npcs is pointless and in order to get the award you have find out whose in charge and then just walk up and demand she over the key to the safe it is in. On a cruise filled with security. You are then supposed to, I shit you not, convince this woman to give you the key by telling her things like "do it or it'll end bad for you" and "Come on, I want it!" to which she happily hands it over if you pass the check. I spent about 3 hours trying to find an alternative to the speech check but came up with nothing and luckily managed to squeak by after many attempts. Even worse, on the way out I killed the prick with the credentials after I got them because he was an asshole and it softlocked the mission because I had already made a deal with him to get them (the only other option was fighting the entire ship) and by killing him it changed the mission objective to something I couldn't progress because the guy was dead, I couldn't take the item off his corpse because I already had it, and you can't remove quest items from your inventory. I also tried to just hand off the item to right guy directly and skip the step but it wouldn't let me. This forced me to reload a save and redo the entire mission again.
Ultimately, my 40 or so hours I've played so far have been a blur outside of the looting and ship building aspects and I'm not far enough into the basebuilding yet to really comment on it though I doubt it's going to be much better than FO4. My slim hope is that any DLC and update passes will add enough to make it worthwhile but I highly doubt that will help. The last chance it has is the modding community but until the GOTY edition and a few years worth of mods are available, I doubt much is going to change. It's a pity too because there are nuggets of potential in there, they're just buried under some of the most uninteresting characters and story I've yet seen.
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ofstarsandvibranium · 3 years
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Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: Bucky has been your neighbor for a few months now, so he likes to think you two are friends. Which is why he thinks you're the best person to go to to help him get back into the dating scene.
AN: inspired by one line of dialogue from the first ep of Falcon and the Winter Soldier. lol also, FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 1 SPOILERS!
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Bucky felt lost. Well, he's always felt lost ever since he suddenly came back along with have of the world's population. He was pardoned by the government and now a civilian. He was going through therapy to deal with his 70+ years worth of trauma and trying to navigate his way through the modern world. Everything was new and exciting but also overwhelming and exhausting.
His therapist encouraged him to date and make friends. So that's what he did, or at least, tried to do.
He considers you a friend. You live in the apartment right beside him, gave him a friendly smile and helping hand when he first moved in. You two chatted when you'd run into each other in the hall or in the laundry room. You were nice, attractive, funny. He honestly thought about asking you out a few times, but you were his friend, his only friend it seems. So he couldn't ruin that. Therefore, he resorted to online dating.
He signed up to a bunch of dating websites and apps: eharmony, match.com, plentyoffish, tinder-SO MANY. Why are there so many dating apps?!
He's scrolling through his phone, so overwhelmed by the different pictures and information. What does DTF mean???
He scowls, tossing his phone onto a pile of dry laundry he should be folding. You enter the laundry room with a chuckle, "Everything alright?"
He glances over his shoulder and sees you. He immediately smiles and faces you, "Hey, um, yeah," he gestures to his phone, "Just, um..." he lets out a sigh and asks, "Do you know anything about dating?"
You look at him curiously and reply, "A little. Why? What's up?"
"I'm just," he nervously scratches his head and places his hands on his hips, "I'm trying this online dating thing and it's...a lot."
You can't help but snort, "I feel ya," you give him a reassuring smile despite your heart dropping to your stomach, "So, uh, what sites or apps are you on?"
"Um...all of them?"
You snort again, "No way. Let me see your phone." you hold out your open palm to him and he places his phone into your hands after unlocking it. You swipe through his apps and your brows shoot up to your hairline, "Well it's not all of them , but it's definitely a lot." you look up from the phone to Bucky, "Can I give some advice?"
"Please, I'll take anything you can give me," he replies desperately.
You hop onto the washing machine and hold up his phone, "Okay. These apps are usually for the older crowd. Like thirty five and up, so if you're not picky about age, feel free to keep these. Now, these apps are what the younger generations use. Tinder is usually for hook ups, one night stands and all that. Not many people take Tinder seriously. Bumble, is a level up from Tinder. You'll find people who are more serious about finding a relationship with also a mix of people looking for something casual. Hinge, I think, is a level up from Bumble. You don't see people's typical lame ass bios, but their answers to some fun questions, what kind of relationship they're looking for, if they smoke or do drugs, etc. Also, I'm not sure if you know this, but you can change the age range on all of these apps. So instead of having it from 18 to 50, you can narrow it so 25 to 35 or however you want."
You look at Bucky and see his brows are furrowed in...concentration? Confusion?
"Was that too much? Do I need to slow down?"
He shook his head, "No, no, that's not it. Um, thanks, Y/N," he shoots you a grateful grin and you smile back, "No problem, Bucky." You see the gears turning in his head and you ask a question, he might be scared to ask you, "Do you want me to help you find some potential dates?"
"Will you?" he asks in that same desperate tone from earlier.
Again, you put on a smile, despite your breaking heart, "Sure!"
You tap on Hinge, double checking on his preferences, and then going to the main page.
"Oh! Look here. She's a single mom, but she's also a nurse. On the weekends, you're most likely going to find her wine drunk and watching movies with her kids. She has pets. She'd like to have more kids some day. She sounds nice. How 'bout it, Bucky?"
"Sure. She-She sounds good."
"Cool! So you tap on the heart on whatever thing on her page. So let's like her....answer here. If you want, you can comment something, but if not, you just forward it and hope to see that she'll like you back and you can start messaging her! Also, it looks like some people already like you! So you just tap on this icon here and you can scroll through the different people who've liked something on your page and it's up to you if you want to make contact or not."
Bucky hums and plucks his phone from your hands, "Wow. This-Thanks Y/N. This really helped."
"No problem, Buck! If you ever need more help, just let me know!" you hop off the washer and proceed to start up a load of laundry. You mind running back and forth about how you should shoot your shot, but you were too afraid of ruining the friendship you and Bucky have.
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Bucky: Hey
You: What's up?
Bucky: can you come over? I need more help with this online dating situation.
You: sure!
You let your phone fall to your side with a sigh, Bucky has been asking for your help with his online dating for two weeks now and while you're always happy to help him, it just sucks seeing someone get his attention that you wish you had.
You roll out of bed, not caring about how you looked and exit your apartment, knocking on Bucky's door.
He swings open to reveal him in a tight blue henley and some black jeans, "Hey!" he shoots you a grin and moves aside to let you in, "So, um, this girl, Janine. We've been messaging for a few days now and she wants to meet up. Is that too soon? And where should I take her? I've," he pauses to chuckle to himself, "I haven't dated since the forties so..."
Despite your feelings for him, you knew Bucky deserved to be happy, especially after all the shit he's gone through.
"Hm, well, what kind of vibes are you getting from her?"
"Vibes?"
"Yeah, um, what feelings do you get when you talk to her? Do you feel happy? Do you want to get to know her more?"
"Uh, yeah, I suppose so. I think it'd be nice to meet her in person and get to know her more face to face."
"Then yeah, take her out. But since it's your first time meeting her in person, it should be something casual. Low key, no pressure. A decent restaurant or a bar is probably best."
Bucky nods, "Yeah. Okay. Um, do you think you could help me pick something out?"
You can't help but laugh, "Bucky, I'm sure whatever you choose to wear, you'll be fine."
"Okay. Thanks, Y/N," he slowly wraps his arms around you for a hug, but not too tight in case you're uncomfortable. You surprise him by hugging him back, giving him a little squeeze, "You're welcome, Bucky."
It was Saturday and you didn't have work. You friends asked you to hangout with them, but you didn't want to. You wanted to stay holed up in your apartment, wallowing because Bucky would be going on his date with Janine tonight.
You're mindlessly watching tv , curled up on the couch. You turn your face into the pillow and scream in frustration. You should've just asked him out when you had the chance, but now that chance is gone.
You groan as you roll off the couch and head to your balcony. You just need some fresh air. You push up your window and climb onto the metal balcony. You sit on the outdoor chair you have there and stare up into the night sky. The stars are twinkling, the moon is shining. It looks like a perfect night for a date and here you are, alone.
"Hey-"
"AAAHHH!" you scream by the sudden appearance of Bucky on his own balcony. You're staring at him wide eyed, hand on your chest.
Bucky couldn't help but laugh at your expression, "Sorry."
You shake your head and stand to meet him, "It's fine. What're you doing here? I thought you were on your date."
"Yeah, uh, turns out Janine didn't, what phrase did you use once, pass the vibe check?"
You snort, covering your mouth as you giggled. Bucky's smile grows at the sound and you pull yourself together, "Um, yeah that's it. But I'm sorry."
He shrugs, leaning against the railing, "Honestly, it's okay. I don't think the online dating thing is really for me. I think I'll probably stick to the old fashion way: meeting in person and asking them out on a date."
"That's understandable," you say with a nod.
"So how 'bout it?"
You look at him confused, "How 'bout what?"
"Do you wanna go on a date sometime?" you give a look of surprise and Bucky immediately adds, "But I totally understand if you don't want to. I just-you're nice, and beautiful, and funny I thought maybe-but we're friends so I totally understand if you don't-"
"No, no. Bucky, I just-I'd love to go on a date with you."
"Yeah?" You nod and he holds out his hand, "Come on then."
You give a nervous chuckle, "What?"
"I picked up a pizza after that disastrous date. We can eat and watch a movie. Casual and no pressure, right?"
You look from his striking blue eyes to his outstretched glove hand. You reach out to place your hand in his but then pull back, "Wait. I should probably change."
You step back to head back into your apartment, but Bucky grabs your hand, "You don't have to. You look great."
You chuckle and begin to climb from your railing to Bucky's, with his help, "Alright, Prince Charming. I expect to be wooed tonight."
"Of course you do, which is why I ordered pizza from your favorite place and I'm letting you pick the movie we watch."
"Bucky Barnes, I could kiss you!" you exclaim thoughtlessly but then you realized what you just said. You shook your head and began to ramble off excuses, "No no! I mean not now! Now that I don't want to kiss you. You're very kissable. Not that I imagine kissing you or anything it's just-"
Bucky leans in and gives you a little peck on the cheek, "I don't kiss until after the date's over, doll. So will that suffice for now?"
You could feel your cheeks heating up as you nodded and squeaked out, "Yup!"
He chuckled, taking your hand in his again and leading you to the couch where the pizza was waiting for you.
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marauder-exe · 4 years
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Prompt List #2
Welcome to my biggest prompt list ever
if you wanna request something from this list, just use the character and ‘ prompt 34 from prompt list #2′ thank u!
Theres like 200 so be wary
Angst
“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
“Can you just shut your mouth ?”
“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"
“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
“You’re safe here, I got you.”
“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
“What happened between us?”
“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“You never loved me, did you?”
“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
“Your mind must be a horrible place.”
“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
“And I thought you loved me."
" And I thought I loved you."
" Aren't you even going to cry?"
“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
”If you wanna know, then ask.”
“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
Fluff
51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
53. “You smell really nice.”
54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
58. “You’re comfy.”
59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
60.“But I want to hear you sing.”
61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
63.“I think I love you.”
64.“Your bed head is really cute.”
65.“How about a kiss?”
66.“You made this for me?”
67.Aw, you’re blushing.”
68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
69. “Let me help you with that.”
70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
78.“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
91.“It was always you.”
92.I love you in every possible way.”
93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
95.“Duck, you idiot!”
96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
Sarcasm
101.“Define normal.” 
102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 
104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 
105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 
107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.” 
109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 
111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 
113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 
114.“My middle finger salutes you.” 
115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 
116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 
117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 
118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 
119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 
120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 
122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 
123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 
124.“I need therapy after this.” 
125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 
126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 
127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 
128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 
130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 
131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 
132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 
133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 
134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 
136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 
137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 
138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 
139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 
140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 
142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 
143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 
144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 
145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 
146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 
147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 
149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 
150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 
Drama
151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 
153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
154.“I know you lied to me.”
155.“I’m not even sorry.”
156.“You backstabber!” 157.“I never want to see you again.” 158.“You never mattered to me.”
159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”
160.“Rot in hell.”
161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”
162.“No one loves me.” 163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 164.“You made me cry.” 165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 166.“How DARE you?!” 167.“I know you’re not talking to me…” 168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
169.“Just leave me alone.”
170.“What did you do?!” 171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
172. “Just admit that was extra…”
173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 176.“There’s something I have to tell you…” 177.“I can’t do this anymore.” 178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 179.“I never loved you.” 180.“It’s too late.”
181.“Quit ignoring me.”
182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”
184.“I don’t want to be friends.”
185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
186.“Friendzoned again.”
187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”
190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
199.“We agreed this was just physical!”
200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Ahhh im sorry that was so long, but if you read all the way to here, your a real one.
Again i write for all Hp characters! Feel free to use these prompts as ur own
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ACOSF USA BOOK TOUR NOTES
Hey y’all! I just attended the LiveTalks Los Angeles event with Sarah J Maas and Eva Chen!! I took lots of notes so I wanted to share them with you all! They’re a little incoherent on the page, so it might seem a crazy, they jumped topics a lot. Feel free to chat with me about what she talked about! But first.
MY RULES:
NO SHIP OR CHARACTER SLANDERING. I know that we all may have different opinions. I will not offer my opinions here, this is purely informational for those of you who did not have the opportunity to attend this event.
PLEASE NO ARGUING IN MY COMMENTS OR ASK BOX WITH ME OR ANYONE ELSE WHO COMMENTS
Acknowledge that I am not perfect and may not have written down everything perfectly. I did my best while still trying to enjoy the event.
I AM NOT SARAH J MAAS AND CANNOT INTERPRET WHAT SHE MEANS
I’m tagging this with #acosf spoilers and #acosfspoilers just in case.
If you understand and can abide by these rules, keep reading below the cut, and enjoy!
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SJM said it was weird doing this event from her living room where you might be able to hear her dog in the background or her son trying to get into the room.
ACOSF started as a passion project while she was writing ACOWAR! It was never anything she thought she was going to publish. (more on this later)
About reading and writing growing up
in middle school, she read a lot of fantasy
in high school, she didn’t read as much, but wrote A LOT. it became her fixation, almost an obsession.
in college, she only really wrote on vacations (she had a very healthy social life hehehe) but her junior year is when she found her balance between schoolwork, writing, and socializing.
there was no plan B for her!! it was always to be an author. if it didn’t happen right away, she was going to find a job that would get her by until plan A could come to be.
her favorite author growing up was Garth Nix. She longed for books about badass women. She got to meet him and write a blurb to be on one of his books! She cries when she meets her favorite authors.
Talk about character names!
her character names come from everywhere and nowhere
sometimes she’ll just hear a name in her head and think “that’s it!” (Rhys, for example)
she needs to know the name to write the character
if the name doesn’t immediately come to her, she spends a lot of her time on baby name websites and makes lists until it clicks
sometimes the names just... connect. sometimes she doesn’t mean for them to.
it will always be uncommon. never “Frank” lol
Writing about Nesta!
on a “surface level” she loves writing when Nesta comes out to fight. for example, her favorite scene in this aspect to write was the bog scene. As soon as she got to it, it flowed out of her. The final product was almost identical to the first draft. She wrote it in one session, from the terror & tread to the “who am i?” to when she emerged--she went YES. MAJOR Mic Drop moment for her.
going deeper: definitely her overall journey was one of the favorites she’s ever written. From the dark place she’s in at the beginning to the very end. 
Writing about Nesta meant so much to her because of her own mental health. She channeled a lot of her own feelings and went on the journey with Nesta.
it was a lot of “how do you face mental health in a fantasy world without therapy and medication”
it was easy to get into Nesta’s mind but emotionally intense.
ACOSF’S BIG MESSAGE: LEARNING TO LOVE YOURSELF AND OTHERS. YOU ARE WORTH OF LOVE.
YES there is a book planned for Elain!
As soon as Nesta and Elain came onto the page again in ACOMAF, she knew they’d get their own journey.
Nesta grabbed her by the throat in book 1
She was originally contracted for only the first three books but realized there was more she wanted to explore. Essentially the “what comes next” after ACOWAR in this new world with out the wall.
FUN FACT: while editing ACOMAF/writing ACOWAR, she drunkenly told her editor at the time, “hey guess what happens next?”, and it turned into a two hour conversation about everything she wants to happen for Nesta, Elain, Mor, Azriel, etc. TWO WEEKS LATER, she gets a call saying they want to buy the stories!! Obviously, she said yes.
This allowed her to start planting the Easter eggs for these stories in ACOWAR. She knew she did not want Nesta to be sympathetic at the beginning of the book! But she did not want people to hate her.
She always has one eye on the horizon for future books.
If she could visit one court for a day, which and why?
She LOVES the season Autumn, it’s her favorite. “BUT EVERYONE IN THE AUTUMN COURT IS AN ASSHOLE”. She would want to visit the Autumn Court when no one is there so she can enjoy the beauty of Autumn.
But also she would want to go to the Summer Court because she has a thing for Tarquin but only if it’s not gross and humid.
She would ALSO want to go to the Day Court for Helion and all his libraries.
ESSENTIALLY she would want to go everywhere but Spring because Tamlin sucks and is an asshole lmao.
BEAST FORMS
SJM’s beast form would be something totally not cool or majestic like a sea otter.
Nesta’s beast form would be something terrifying and beautiful like a snow leopard/dragon hybrid, a griffin, or a sphinx. **WANTS SOMEONE TO DRAW THIS**
FUN QUESTIONS
Nesta’s favorite smutty book would be JR Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. She reads these books for the distraction, of course, but also for the comfort they gave her that everything turns out okay for the characters.
Nesta’s Starbucks order: cappuccino- something simple, nothing with too much sugar or whipped cream. Elain’s would be a Frappe- something delicious and sweet. SJM’s is a flat white, iced or not, but never after 2PM.
SJM usually listens to classical music and movie scores while she writes, but she’s gotten used to write in silence so that she can listen for her son’s shenanigans with Josh.
“Stay Together for the Kids” by Blink 182 semi-inspired the scene when Nesta and Cassian go back to her family’s cottage. She can hardly explain why.
WRITING ADVICE
Write what you love, not what you think you should be writing.
Give yourself permission to suck. Her first drafts are shit and are usually accompanied with an email that says “I know I need to fix this, this and that” lol.
WRITE THE DAMN THING. Vomit on the page!
YOU CAN’T FIX A BLANK PAGE.
Her least favorite part about the publishing process is the first pass of copy edits, those last minute checks and balances. But once it’s off to the printer, it’s not her problem anymore.
She’s every publisher’s worst nightmare because she sends it off to the printer at the LAST possible minute.
For reference: Throne of Glass was finished almost... a year and a half? ...before it hit shelves, but ACOSF was finished this past fall.
MAIN CHARACTER TALK
All of her heroines have a piece of her.
SJM’s personality is a hybrid of Bryce and Nesta.
Feyre and Nesta got most of her in terms of learning to be empowered.
She has to have a connection to them in order to write them. It’s an out of body, method acting experience.
MISCELLANEOUS
She said “CC2 is a year from now.”
She started writing ACOTAR in 2008 before she published TOG.
She loves the story and dynamic of Elizabeth and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. Cassian is Elizabeth. Nesta is Darcy.
And that’s all I have, folks! Thank you for reading, I hope you got something out of this!
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A Little Braver - Chapter 1
Here I am!
As i promised here is the first chapter of my new Rowaelin.
This one will be very different from Island Dream. It’s meant to have a slightly more challenging plot line and a smidge more angst in it. Also, i know very little about fire fighters and the airforce. I did research for both of them and for the firefighters I used some shows I follow as inspiration. Whereas for the airforce... it’s mostly research. I based the ranks system on the UK RAF.
THIS is Rowan’s jet (it actually exists. It’s called a Eurofighter Typhoon. I have seen it live at some airshow here in Scotland and it’s so damn sexy.), just imagine it in deep green for Terrasen. 
I have 12 chapters down but still no actual direction in mind yet. I have a few ideas I want to develop but the storyline is still hazy. 
And this is the SONG that gave the idea for the title.
Anyway, I’ll leave you to it
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Aelin is a firefighter for the Terrasen Fire Department (TFD) and one day her squadron get called to deal with a fire at the airbase of the Terrasen airforce (TAF). During the incident she meets icy Captain Whitethorn. They are thown together in a forced cooperation.  Slowly they will find their lives entwined beyond work. And both of them, with a tragic past at their backs... will have to be a little braver...
(Sorry i suck at introductions)
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“Again!” Shouted a blonde woman standing in front of a training tower on fire. Her long braid gently placed on her shoulder. Blue eyes like the clearest of days fixed on the inferno in front of her and a concentrated expression. 
“Brullo, help Luca and start again, perhaps this time without killing our victim.”
They had been at it for a while but it seemed like the newbie was struggling with training. Being a firefighter was not a job for everyone. Aelin knew Luca was still a probie and still learning the ropes but sometimes she felt as if the boy was not as tough as he tried to be. Luca had been with them for three months and he had become the mascot of the group. He was eighteen an eager and she was happy to support him as much as she could, but her job was also to make sure her people would walk out of a raging fire alive. She had already lost enough in the line of duty. 
She was about to call for a break when the dispatch siren went off.
“Everyone, time to go.” She turned to Luca “You stay at the station and cover dispatch or just study for your exam.” She winked at him and ran to the engine, donned her gear and climbed to her seat.
Being the Captain she took the passenger seat in the engine and joined Nox who was the driver.
“Were are we heading?”
“Airforce base.” Replied Nox while driving the engine to its destination with incredible skill.
“Did a pilot forgot to turn off one of their fancy planes?” Then she turned to Aedion, the man was her lieutenant and her second  “Are our EMTs with us?”
The man nodded “right behind us.”
The engine sped through traffic, siren blazing “what’s our ETA?” Asked Aelin.
“Five minutes, Cap.” Replied Nox.
Not long after they reached their destination and arrived at the main gates of the airbase which were shut. Aelin swore. She opened the door and jumped off the truck.
To meet her there was a tall man, his hair silver and the eyes of the deepest of green. She thought Aedion was tall. She was wrong. This man was a good twenty centimetre taller. 
“Fire department at your service, did one of men’s arse caught fire?”
The man glared at her. His face harsh.
Ok, wrong audience.
“We have a fire in hangar bay 2.”
“Good, now open these gates and let us through if you want us to work our magic.”
“This is a restricted area as you can imagine.” His tone flat and almost bored.
Aelin took a step toward him, not afraid “Listen, you either let us through with the engine and the ambulance or you start praying the gods for a fuckload of rain. Which will it be, sir?”
Aelin noticed a flash of anger pass through his eyes. He would have been the most gorgeous man she had ever seen if it wasn’t for his stick up his arse attitude.
The man in front of her made a gesture and a car appeared in front of the truck “Follow the car and do not wander. This is a restricted area.”
“Sure, I always wanted a picnic in an airbase.”
Aelin ignored him and gestured at the ambulance to follow them. She jumped back on the truck and noticed the silver haired arsehole getting in the car in front of them.
It did not take long to reach their destination and Aelin swore when she noticed the fire engulfing hangar bay 2.
“And that’s me hoping in a boring day. How silly of me.” Joked Aedion from his seat behind Aelin. 
Aelin jumped off the truck and started shouting orders then joined again the officer “Do you have all staff accounted for?”
The man shook his head “Two engineers are missing and we have a few injured as well.”
Aelin shouted for the EMTs and the two women appeared in front of her in an instant “there are few injured that need treatment. Go and call for backup if you need it.” The taller brunette nodded and they disappeared again. 
Aedion’s voice reached her over the radio “copy that, Aedion. There are still two civilians trapped inside.” She turned to see her squad at work and a pang of pride rushed through her. They were an amazing well oiled machine and all the gruelling training paid off in the end. 
She turned to look at the grumpy officer and noticed the man was like a statue. His eyes fixed on the raging fire in front of them.
“We’ll get them out.” She offered as a comfort but the man didn’t even notice her. 
“Any idea on how it started?”
He turned his head slightly and his icy stare focused on her “isn’t that your job, captain?” She did not like the tone she used to call her captain. She could hear a veil of mockery.
“Ansel, Ress,” she shouted while donning the rest of her fire suit “direct the jet there.” She pointed to the location that looked like the epicentre. Once her mask and oxygen tank were on, she grabbed a fire extinguisher and ran into the building to join the rest of the squad.
Rowan stared at the woman ran into the fire. The captain had struck him stupid when she had the guts to challenge him without any fear. He was so used to give orders without ever receiving a rebuttal that it totally threw him off that the woman had fought him that way. Soon after he had found himself staring while she directed her squad to take positions and start to tackle the fire. She was fierce, of that he had no doubts. And with the same fierceness she had ran into the hangar and joined her team.
He was too busy staring at her that he missed the instant in which the structure had started to collapse on the ground. It went down as if made of paper and he froze at the realisation that there were still people inside the building. Engineers and firefighters alike. And for a brief second he felt a pang of panic for a woman he did not know and who had a temper of fire.
“Captain!” His head whipped to the side at the subtle veil of panic in the dark-haired man, handling the jet of water on their truck. “Lieutenant, come in.” But no sound came over the radio “fuck.” The man intensified the jet of water. 
Rowan knew that level of panic. He had experienced it a few times in his career. The soul crashing fear of losing a member of his team, the fear gripping his heart until a response came over the radio. He knew that fear very well. 
It took ten minutes for the auxiliary vehicles of the airbase to reach the site. They were not proper fire engines. For that they had to use the firefighters. But they could help and they started spreading a sort of special agent that slowly stifled the fire.
Rowan sighed in relief when he noticed some figures appearing from the smoke. The captain amongst them. Her hair was now covered in soot and her face just as dirty. He relaxed completely when he spotted the captain carrying one of the engineers and another fire fighters carrying the second one. The firefighter deposited the victims gently on the ground and the two EMTs went to check for them. He saw her collapsing on the ground on her knees then she stood, almost regretting that moment of weakness and went back to the engine to give some more orders. A tall blonde man approached her and after discussing something he moved away and stood staring at the collapsed building and the fire now fully extinguished.
She coughed once and then turned noticing the presence at her back.
“You should ask one of your EMTs to have a look at you.” His tone flat and devoid of emotions.
“I am fine.” She admitted with defiance “I don’t need you to babysit me. Sir or whatever rank your insignia has.”
“Captain. Captain Whitethorn.” And his words had a far gentler tone that he expected and it surprised him.
She walked away from him and went to the rest of the team to make sure everyone was okay and then checked on the civilians that had been saved and finally returned to captain Whitethorn.
“The two engineers will be fine.” She coughed one more time “They inhaled a lot of smoke but they are now on their way to the hospital for a few more checks. There are a few other with minor burns but everyone has been treated and on their way to the hospital as well.”
“Thank you.”
“Once the embers cool down I want to have a look at the site. Something clearly went completely wrong in here which means that some of your safety systems or your basic procedures are not working.”
“Are you saying that we are slacking in terms of safety?” His tone became harsh once again.
Aelin again stood straight in front of him “I saw sprinkles, but there was no trace of water which means they did not activate as soon as the fire started as they are meant to. Which in a place with so much fuel and flames is a big infraction and can land you in a shit ton of problems. Whoever was in charge of safety fucked up big time, Captain.”
Whitethorn ran his hand through his hair. That was his CO’s job. Lorcan was the one meant to look after all those things. But Lorcan had inherited a situation that was a bit of a clusterfuck and he had been working hard to fix it since his promotion. 
“I will need to come back tomorrow to do an inspection of the site and I want to inspect all the other remaining buildings and make sure they are up to code. And I don’t care if this is a restricted zone,” she moved a step closer to him and Whitethorn stared in her deep blue eyes “You get me a pass into here for tomorrow with access to all areas. And if you don’t, I’ll go high enough that when I come back you will have to roll out the red carpet. Do you read me on this Captain?”
He nodded silently. A part of him was in awe. Who was this woman? She did not seem to be intimidated by rank or a pretty uniform. He was speechless. Even civilians often tended to offer a certain level of respect to him just because of his rank. She stood in front of him, chin high and defiant. 
“Yes ma’am,” he heard himself say with unexpected obedience.
“Good. I will see you tomorrow, Captain Whitethorn.” She turned on her heels and left him still planted in his spot and completely stunned.
Aelin joined her team again and once the scene was cleared up and all the gear tucked back in the truck they left the premises.
“I hope Luca had some sort of food ready, I am starving.” Added Aelin sitting back in her seat in the truck.
“The day you will say that you are not hungry it will be a day when doom will descend upon us.” Chimed in Aedion.
“Hey, I use a lot of energy.”
“Sure, having a stand off with Captain silver fox must have been exhausting.”
Aelin turned and stared at Ansel. The red haired woman was smirking.
“He was being a pompous arsehole who think he is a god just because he wears a uniform.”
“Yeah, one hot arsehole though. I mean did you even notice him?”
Aelin did not reply. She had actually noticed him but her first impression of him hadn’t changed. The man was impossibly gorgeous but he still needed a bit of manners.
Eventually the squad got back to the station and got off the truck abandoning their equipment for checks later. “Let’s all go and get some chow in.”Aelin shouted while removing her boots “Aedion make sure you and Ansel check the truck and take Luca with you he needs some training in what we do after a call out.”
The ambulance pulled over beside them a bit later and the two women joined the rest of the group.
“Lys, all okay with the victims?”
The taller woman nodded “dropped them off. No serious injuries though.” Then she opened the back of the ambulance car and grabbed a clipboard and handed it to Aelin “our supplies order for the hospital. I was going to give it to you before but then we got called out and I forgot.”
Aelin grabbed the document “I’ll get it done today. You and Elide go and join the guys for food.”
Lysandra walked over to Aedion and dropped him a kiss on his lips. The two had been dating for years now and the whole squadron had been taking bets on when Aedion would pop the question. 
Aelin eventually joined the rest of her team for their meal and Luca had overdone himself and prepared some amazing food. She was ravenous, however during her meal her head kept going over the call they had received at the airbase. There were a few things that bugged her and she was looking forward to her visit the next morning to check the scene again. The sprinklers had been her first clue. She just hoped Captain tight-pants would be more willing to help after he had a nice night of sleep. 
It was much later when Aedion found her in her office buried under layers of folders and papers on her desk.
He gently knocked at her door “Lys and I are going home. Are you staying late again?”
“Aedion, look at these documents.” she passed him a pile of sheet of paper “That is the last safety check they had a look at the signature of who passed it.”
“Fucking Havillard senior.” The man had been the fire chief and had finally retired a few months before and the event had created a sense of relief in every single firefighter in Orynth. The man had a bad reputation and a penchant for currying far too many favours with politicians “I am so glad Dorian finally took over. He is a much better fire chief. He has done more for the fire department in a few months than his father in years of his rule.”
“I want to check every single thing he signed off as to code. I don’t trust the bastard and if he passed things not operating correctly I am going to cause a shitstorm.”
“And do what, Aelin? The man is retired and back to his mansion in Adarlan. There is nothing you can do.” Aedion was always the rational one and sometimes Aelin hated him for that.
“His negligence could have killed hundreds of people.”
“I know, but all we can do now is to fix his wrongs and make sure that the airbase is up to code. And keep your friend the Captain safe.”
Aelin snorted “Why everyone thinks I have the hots for the Captain?”
“I have known you all my life and you totally are into him. I recognised the signs.”
“Well, my dear cousin, you are highly mistaken.”
Aelin and Aedion were cousins. The man had served in the army and when he retired she had told him that her fire house was looking for recruits and asked if he wanted a shot at being a fire fighter. Aedion accepted and went through training at the academy and in the end the skills he had gained in the military had proven amazing for his new role. 
“Don’t tell me you guys are taking bets on me.”
Aedion laughed “my revenge for starting the one about me and Lys.”
Aelin growled “Yours is bound to happen eventually.” She looked at him “me and his stiffness? Not a chance. He might be hot as hell but he has no sense of humour and probably cannot go to the toilet unless he gets permission from his CO.”
Aedion sighed “That’s military training. It gets drilled into you from day one. He is still active and it’s normal. I am retired and still have that instinct.”
Aelin laughed “No, you don’t do anything without Lys’ approval.”
He nodded “I love her but the woman is scary. And now that she had Elide as a partner she is getting craftier.”
Aelin smiled “Go home and relax you two. Just don’t make me an aunt yet.”
“Don’t stay too long okay?” The man waved at her and left. 
Aelin sat five more minutes then she heard the second team arrive on the premises she packed up her stuff and decided to go home. She walked down the corridor greeting the other team and had a catch up with the lieutenant and eventually she left the station. The weather had turned cold and winter was definitely in the air. Aelin sniffled the air, cosied up in her jacket and walked home. It took her much longer than usual to go home as she took a different route and stopped at the park. Not the best idea at night but she had enough knowledge of hand to hand combat that she would easily kick the arse of whoever tried to assault her. She stopped in her favourite spot and leaned against the rail to look at the ducks in the pond. Going back home was still hard. Since she had lost Sam she hated her empty house. Even after over a year. They were both firefighters. He was the captain at the west station. They had met during a call out and got along from the start. Then got along a bit more until things got serious and they moved in together. They had two years of happiness until he went out on a call with his squadron and thing went south. He and another firefighter lost their lives that night. It had been over a year now but her heart still ached and missed him.
She heard ambulance sirens in the background and her instinct was to look for a cause for it. 
She said goodbye to the ducks and eventually walked home.
The next morning Aelin had got to work so early that the second team was still on. She had shared breakfast with them and was glad to hear they had a quiet night with just a call.
She walked back to her office and went over one the documents one more time. As a courtesy she decided tray and phone Captain Whitethorn but then realised she did not have his number and doubted the airbase would advertise its number freely. Ach well, he knew they she was going. 
Once Aedion arrived she gave him instructions on what to do while she was away. She wanted a few more drills run and the truck scrubbed and equipment checked. She knew that when she was away they tended to have far too much fun “And if I come back and I discover you guys slacked off I am going to unleash Lysandra on you.”
“I will keep them in check.”
“You better.” And with that she left and drove away to the airbase. 
It took her a good half an hour to finally reach the main gate. She got out of the car and went to the guards posted at the entrance “Hi, I am a firefighter on the TFD. I am here to see Captain Whitethorn, he is waiting for me.”
“What is your name?”
“Captain Aelin Galathynius.”
The man walked away to check something with another guard and got back to her “You can go in. The Captain will meet you at the next check point.”
Aelin grunted. They did not have this many checks the day before. Although, with a building on fire they were probably quite eager to have them in as soon as possible.
She got back in the car and drove the short distance where another military man stopped her and she noticed the captain behind him. Still stiff and a face that deserved to be punched. 
He knocked on her passenger window and Aelin lowered the glass “good morning, Captain.”
“I will need to get in the car.”
Aelin rolled her eyes and unlocked the door for him.
“Follow the main road until you see the main building. Park there and we’ll get you all signed in.”
What was his problems? Didn’t they used greeting in the military?
Aelin drove in silence until she spotted the main building.
“Park over there.” She sensed the command in his voice.
She did as told and once done she grabbed all her stuff from the back of the car and followed him. He had exited the vehicle and started walking not bothering waiting for her.
She was going to kill him. 
Once inside the main building she found him waiting for her at the reception area with a clipboard in his hands “Fill this in.” Again, that tone of command and not a single please.
Aelin had a look and realised they were annoyingly thorough in term of security “Do you want my bra size as well?” She smiled at him “it’s a 38A, by the way.”
No reaction. She sighed and filled in all her details. Once she was done the captain took the clipboard and gave her her badge “Keep this on you at all times Miss Galathynius.”
“You can call me Aelin. I gave you my bra size, I guess we are on a name basis kind of relationship.” She grabbed the badge and wore it around her neck.
“Were do you want to start?”
Fine. No jokes and back to business “your office for starters.”
“I thought you wanted to see the fire scene.”
“Yes, but I need to ask a few questions first.” And she waved the big pile of documents in her hand.
He tensed and with a hand he gestured for her to follow him. 
They walked until they reached an office at the end of a corridor “This is my CO office. I discussed the situation with him and he believes it’s a matter that needs his presence as well.”
“The more the merrier” and flashed him a smile but she had no reaction from him.
They entered the room and Aelin froze. The man in front of her was huge. He stood to greet her and she thought she had never met anyone as tall as the man behind the desk.
“Sir, this is the Captain.”
“Miss Galathynius, isn’t it?”
“Captain, if you don’t mind. I earned my rank like all of you, even if I am a woman.”
“I am Air Commodore Lorcan Salvaterre.” She shook his hand and took a seat after he offered. Captain Whitethorn stood behind her, rigid and cold as his usual. Gods, the man needed to get laid. 
“I believe you had some concerns with regard to that accident from yesterday.”
“I do.” And she slammed the pile of documents on the desk. If they wanted to play tough, they had met their match “My first concern is that some of your safety checks are two years old. As you are aware Mr Salvaterre, considered the nature of your business and the level of dangerous materials present on site you are required by law an annual check.” She passed over a piece of paper with the current regulations “and again in your case there are aspects that need to be checked twice a year and you have not done so.” She sat back on the chair “Yesterday I noticed that the sprinkles had not activated during the fire. Again, your reports show that the last maintenance check was three years ago.” Another sheet landed on the man’s desk “A hangar that could, according to your plans, have up to a 100 personnel on site at the same time, only had one fire exit.”
“If you had a look at hangar bay two blueprints you could see why only one exit was added.”
Aelin unfolded the blueprints in challenge. They had no idea who they were dealing with “I can see that one side of the hangar share the door with the airstrip and I can see that this is a very bad idea for an evacuation spot. However,” and she pointed at the plan “this area here, as you can see is perfectly safe. It offer protection from a possible explosion of fire and it looks like it could accommodate at least half of the staff.” She closed the folder “I am going to be frank with you. It’s a miracle you are still allowed to operate. This are only the biggest infractions, I am sure that once I will inspect the site of the fire I will find more.”
She noticed Salvaterre flinch.
“I am also aware that it was the old fire chief who signed off the last inspections and that explains a lot. The man had been a thorn in my side for a very long time but his son is a far more capable chief.” She sat comfortably again “My concern here is for all the staff. Yesterday could have had a far worse outcome. I can see that at least your team has a good grasp on how safely evacuate and I am positive that once we add a second door it will be even more efficient.”
“Any big changes will have to get approved by the military.”
“Well, get that done. If you value your people you will grovel until you get what you need. You don’t seem the man to back down from a valid fight.” She leaned forward a bit, not breaking eye contact with him.
“What do you suggest?”
“I will make you a deal.” She offered “I am aware it might take some time to fix all the issues and bring the whole base up to code. I am giving you six months. Work with us, I am willing to help as a consultant. I had a chat with chief Havillard and he is okay with my plan and authorised me to cooperate with you.”
“I guess I can work with that.” Then he stared at Captain Whitethorn behind her “Captain Whitethorn will be you liaison. I am too busy, but he has my authorisation to help you with what you need.”
She turned to the man at her back and noticed at his panicked face “I am sure the Captain and I will have fun. We are best buddies already.” She flashed him a smile and the man flinched. Well, at least that was a reaction. 
“Perfect. Captain Galathynius I expect you will keep me updated on the progress.” And he offered her his business card “my email is at the bottom. It’s the best way to get in touch with me.”
“Thank you sir,”Aelin said pocketing the card. The man was just as cold as the captain but seemed a bit more willing to cooperate “Now if you’ll excuse me sir I have some work to do.”
The man nodded and Captain Whitethorn walked outside, probably already dreading the idea of working with her. She was not ecstatic either. 
They were walking toward the hangar when four men stopped them and Whitethorn stopped 
“I thought I told you to go over the last tactics we developed.” He really had no idea on how to talk to people.
“We just finished.” Said the older of the group.
“Hi gorgeous.” 
Aelin turned to the voice and saw a stunning blonde man staring at her “I am Flight Lieutenant Fenrys Moonbeam, m’lady. I hope our cold hearted captain is treating you nicely. We have been trying to teach him manners…”
Aelin laughed. So they had sense of humour. It was just Whitethorn.
“Lieutenant, why don’t you go and clean your jet until it shines like a mirror?”
Fenrys got closer to her “he is old and cranky.” Then he straightened up “call me if you need a fun guide during your time at the base, Captain.”
“Lieutenant!” Whitethorn barked with a tone that did not admit any more games. 
The older man grabbed Fenrys arm and pulled him away “let’s go pup. Don’t anger the man.”
“Bye guys.” Aelin waved as they walked away.
“They are my squadron.” Whitethorn finally spoke and she turned at him in surprise “The man who took Fenrys away is Gavriel and he is Wing Commander. He is basically my second. The other two were Vaughan and Connall and, well, Fenrys. They are all Flight Lieutenants.” He sighed “Fenrys is a good pilot but he is still young.”
��The only person with a sense of humour inside here and you shot him down that way?” She shook her head “Come on grampa, let’s go and do our job.”
Aelin walked away with a swagger and when she was not looking his lips bent in a fraction of a smile. The woman was a force of nature and for some reason he could not explain why he had spent the previous night wondering about the fierce woman who had not backed down and who face him fiercely. Not that he would ever admit to anyone, but  he found her madly attractive. 
She was now walking in front of him and was almost skipping and he had to try very hard not to chuckle at the scene.
“You are going the wrong way.” His tone cold again.
“Well, then get your arse in front of me and lead the way.” She stopped and waited for him to walk past her. While behind him she sneaked a peak at the man and she realised that Ansel had been right. Her gaze lingered on his backside and some very improper thoughts passed through her mind. Her gaze trailed up to his broad shoulders and lingered on his short silver hair and then dropped to the strong hands folded behind his back. Some very improper thought passed through her mind but she shook them off. He was a horrible man. She was not going down that road. Boundaries. 
“We are here.” His voice woke her up from her thoughts.
From her bag Aelin extracted two masks and a torch. She threw one of the masks to Mr cranky pants “put this on. There will be still fumes lingering and they are very toxic.”
Thankfully he accepted the mask without complaints. It looks like he was intelligent enough to understand the risks.
He unlocked the place and allowed Aelin to go in first. He trailed behind and let her work in silence. 
“What kind of jobs do you do in here?”
“Hangar two is were the jets needing heavy maintenance are moved to. Hangar one is the main one where all the jets ready for take off are kept.”
She moved around pointing the light in some specific areas “Am I correct in saying that the planes in here do not have any fuel and are not armed.”
She saw him nod “The fuel is removed as soon as they are moved in here. A small amount is added only when they need to be moved back to the main hangar. And yes, no weapon of any type is held here or in hangar one for all that matters. We have very tight procedure for ammunition and the missiles are loaded only an hour prior to take off and armed only after the jets have left the base.”
Aelin nodded, well, at least it seemed that on some areas they had their shit together.
She moved to what looked like the epicentre of the fire and crouched down and touched a strange puddle on the floor. She smelled it and cursed. That smelled like kerosene but a doubt was nagging her. The puddle looked big enough to be a leak.
“Do you keep track of the repairs done in each bay?”
“We do and I have the jobs recorded for yesterday in bay four.” Then his eyes reacted in shock “It looks like the jet in bay four had suffered a fuel tank leak and was scheduled for a repair or possibly a replacement.”
Aelin walked around the charred remains of the jet then she noticed a panel missing on the side “help me here Captain, what is this panel for?” And she flashed the light inside the livery.
“This is the access panel for the tank. It looks like they had started the works already.”
“I am allowed to make a guess Captain?”
“By all means.” He stood at her side.
“My theory is that while the tank was emptied fuel leaked out. Whoever did the job, did not realise it. Once the tank was empty he proceeded with the replacement job and used tools that might have caused a spark and ignited the fuel and caused the explosion. Am I getting closer?”
“I have a feeling ma’am that you are on the right track, alas.”
She crouched again and stared at the puddle “however, this is not how kerosene works… kerosene does not catches fire easily. It has a high flash point.” she muttered to herself then she turned to the man behind her “Captain, are you using a special type of fuel? Jets are usually powered by kerosene.”
He froze and she knew she had hit the jackpot.
He cleared his throat “we have been experimenting with other fuels and liquid oxygen.”
“Fuck,” muttered Aelin turning and standing “do you really need all that power?”
“As I said we have been experimenting. This plane was one of the new prototypes.” He confessed.
“How many of these monsters do you have?”
“I am not allowed to tell. This is as much as I have been authorised to say.”
“Damn it Captain.” She shouted.
“They are not on the premises and in a very remote location away from inhabited areas. This one was here for testing.” His face grew dark all of a sudden “I was meant to fly it.”
Aelin gasped “are you telling me that you were willing to strap yourself in this crazy thing and risk your life with something clearly not stable?”
He looked away “It’s my job after all.”
“Shit.” Aelin stood and walked away. Why was she even caring about him.
“Captain…”
But she brushed him off and kept inspecting the area “your fire extinguishers a too far away and it takes a person too much time to grab one. And you need more.” Then she turned to the Captain “I assume they at least know how to use it…” he nodded.
“Well, that’s a start but we will have refresher session. That never hurts and you guys will have to do it as well.”
He nodded.
“Fine. Take me to hangar bay one.”
“Follow me.” He just said and started walking still thinking about her reaction and was stunned that for a moment she had seemed to care.
The two walked in silence and Aelin followed him looking around the base and noticing things.
Once in the main hangar bay, Whitethorn opened the door and Aelin stood still at the sight. In front of her there were at least ten jets. All painted in the Terrasen green. They were a sight to behold.
“I am not sure I agree with their use but they look majestic.”
The captain nodded while he stood at her side, hands folded behind his back “come.”
He walked to one of the jets, said something to one of the engineers buzzing around it and it was just the two of them “This one is mine.”
Aelin traced her hand to the livery “Iceman?” She asked noticing the word painted just under the canopy.
“My call sign.”
Aelin chuckled “I guess it fits you perfectly.” Then she walked to the stepladder “Can I?” She asked. She was dying to sit in the cockpit. Just for a few minutes. She could not get distracted but she wanted to do it.
The Captain moved closer to her “be careful on the ladder.” She flashed him a smug smile and Whitethorn kept a watchful eye while she climbed turning his head when her backside was basically in his face. Once at the top she climbed over the edge and sat in the cockpit quite skilfully and now she looked down at him with a big grin. His heart jumped. When she smiled she was the most stunning creature he had seen. A brat, but still a gorgeous brat.
A moment later he had noticed she had taken his helmet and was now trying to wear it. He held back a chuckle and climbed the ladder “let me.” He was so close to her that he could smell her scent of lavender and jasmine. He helped her fastening the helmet properly then he turned to some of the dials on the dashboard.
“This is the altimeter” for some reason he leaned forward and started to explain her some of the dials in the cockpit “this is to check the speed and this one tells how many g’s we are pulling. That is—“ but he got interrupted.
“I know what that is Captain. How many g’s do you pull max?”
“9 in a vertical steep ascent, dogfights and in some turns as well. We never sustain it for too long because it’s dangerous.” He leaned on the livery “we wear special suits called G suits that help with the pressure and we undergo a crazy amount of training in the centrifuge and we also have to keep a strict exercise and health regime.”
That, she had noticed the previous day and on a couple of occasions she had imagined the amount of muscles under that uniform of his.
“Let’s get back to work.” She said, saving herself from the strange direction her thoughts had wondered. She stood and the Captain straightened and moved closer to her “be careful, climbing is much easier than coming down.” She turned and gave her back to him and felt a phantom of his hand on her back. He was not touching her but she could feel his hand lingering there, protecting her.
“Ok, one rung at a time.” His tone had changed as well and somehow the iciness had gone “Good, one more and you are there.”
Aelin climbed off the last rung and turned only to crash into his hard chest. She had not realised how close he was standing and when she looked up she met his eyes. They looked brighter and they had a strange light she could not place. As soon as she realised how close they were standing she backed away and for a very brief second she thought she noticed disappointment in his expression.
“Thank you for that Captain. Now I can brag that I sat in a fighter jet.”
He nodded but did not added anything. 
They finished inspecting the main hangar and Aelin looked puzzled “How is it possible that this hangar is all up to code and perfect. Such a discrepancy does not make sense.”
“Salvaterre took over from our old CO only six months ago.” He sighed “do you want the diplomatic answer or the actual truth?”
“What do you think?” Her answer was a bit harsher than she intended “Sorry, I did not mean it like that. The truth of course.”
“Our old CO was very much a friend with Havillard senior. And I think politics and money are the answer to your question.”
“I don’t fucking it believe it.” She almost shouted in frustration “so these bastards prefer to save some money and leave a hangar with very little safety?” She leaned against the plane and looked up to try and calm down for a moment “It’s disgusting.”
“We both got new COs who both seem to be more decent individual. Let’s leave the past where it is and fix things from now onwards.”
Aelin smiled at him “this might be one of the wisest thing you said since I met you.”
Whitethorn glared at her but she ignored him.
They spent another hour going around the base and Aelin completed her inspection. There were some issues but all things that could be easily fixed and she was relieved that although the base was not in its best of state it was definitely not as in bad condition as she thought after the disaster in the secondary hangar.
“Captain, that’s me all done. I would like you to come to the station tomorrow so we can discuss an action plan and put forward some ideas for your CO.”
“I can do that. Do you have a preferred time?”
“Would morning at 9am be okay for you or is it too early?”
“It’s fine.” 
“Amazing.” Aelin flashed him a very bright smile and then extracted a card from the pocket of her jacket “These are my contact details. If you have any question you can email me or phone me.” She pointed at the card “that is my direct phone number at work. The address of the fire station is on as well.”
The man accepted the card and placed in the trousers pockets of his uniform.
“Well, Captain Whitethorn, thank you for today. And I will see you tomorrow.” She extended her hand and the man took it.
He nodded and in silence he walked her back to the check point. Another nod and he turned on his heels with military precision and walked away.
Aelin stood to study the man for a moment. She found him fascinating. He was still an emotionless prick but there was something that got her attention. She hoped that working together would become easier in the long run otherwise it would be a very long and touch liaison mission.
Eventually she got back in the car and returned to work.
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